In America circa '17, Violet's your ordinary 20yo teen. With long jet black hair and plump soft lips, she's a stunner. So it isn't a surprise why guys pin for her so desperately. However, Violet's been through so much. She's tolerated abuse from her...
The pain, the sting of years of abuse was too much for me to bear. I started in a fit of coughs amidst the streaming tears down my icy pale face. It's too late to turn back now. I'm off to fend for myself tonight. Mother must not see me like this, I was sure starving and freezing in an alley somewhere was the better option of the two. Totally out of the question.
In the cold night, everything was still. It was too quiet; almost eerie yet I welcome the silence with open arms. After all, what was silence if not a dear friend at this point of my life? With the nightmare back at home, i reckon i can handle anything now. Starting into a sprint, I felt the cold crisp air brush past the tiny hairs along the back of my spine, eliciting goosebumps that sent chills in my body. It felt like a relief. Like I can just about escape my troubled past. Pushing all thoughts to the back of my head, I concentrated on the task at hand.
Where am I?
I glanced around, finally noticing my surroundings. A grey sad- looking dumpster lies ahead of me, with the only signs of life rummaging through its unpleasant contents inside. The stray dogs barked and tore into the garbage bags, desperately searching for food- unwanted by humans. Hmm, sighing to myself. I wonder what it was like being a dog. Of course-if i was a dog, i would definitely want to be with a pack, my family as it seems. Not a singular one, just like i was in this life. Singular and alone.
The thought crossed my mind for being a human was indeed hard. As hard as it was for others, for me it was almost unbearable. Just having a group of dog buddies, going through life a day at a time sounds like a piece of paradise. But then, i thought, what about dreams? Do i have to give up on them? Do they dream of floating through the town streets in the dead of night just like Wendy and Peter in search of Neverland? Was that all there is to being an animal? I scoffed at my train of thought and found myself walking past the windows of town shops.
I passed the bakery where the delightful aroma of baked buns lifted through the air at mornings and i passed the florist where Jack Nichols from Biology Studies class bought a bouquet of white roses for Stacy Adams on prom last year. Too extravagant, i thought at the time. Rolling my eyes upwards at the night sky, i scoffed. Prince Charming certainly does not exist and in twenty odd years, Jack Nichols would be watering the backyard plants while his wife prepares dinner. And dear old Stacy would be married to some rich businessman somewhere. Everyone knows that's how rich, privileged beautiful girls end up with. I mean, who wouldn't want that? Certainly not much of hard work needs to be put in just to live a comfortable life in a huge house somewhere.
A strand of my midnight black hair escaped out of the messy ponytail. Looking around me, the town looks deserted. It almost resemble that of a scary movie scene. I could see no signs of life yet the bright, warm lights in Susan Cooper's diner on 5th street shone brightly. Somewhat comforted by the fact that should any creepy guy follow me around, I could break into a fast run into Susan's. The night was dark, it was a full moon tonight.
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One of my fantasies as a kid was to hear the wolves howl at the top of a hill, joined by echoes and echoes of other stray wolves, finding each other and running off to seek preys. I wished there were wolves in this boring town. Not for the howling, don't get me wrong. More so because they can take care of the nightmare i face every single day of my miserable life.
My abusive step-father and my cold mother.
My life was happy once, though. I remember how happy i was, coming home to loving parents, setting my bag on the floor and enveloping them in huge bear hugs. I miss giving good hugs. I just wished i could feel it all again. A flashback of a few of good memories lingers around as i delved into a breakfast scene at the dining table at home. I was so late for school yet mother made this honest-to-God incredible breakfast ever- juicy sausages, good ol' scrambled eggs and a side of toasted turkey sandwiches. I remember the cheeky smile of my father as he playfully swatted mother's butt when she stood up to clean the mess Ricky made on the floor. Ricky was about 6 at the time and cute as ever, with his blond hair sticking out stubbornly. Mother looked so beautiful that day, her smile so sincere. It was all so precious to me, those moments, those memories.. because deep down i knew i can never get it back.
And then, dad and Ricky died.
I don't like to look back at memories because they all come down to the same part- the same damn scene i can't ever escape from.That was when everything changed, my life as i knew was gone and sadness replaced what was once happiness.
Alan took over dad's position and mother grew cold, unfeeling and distant.
I can't blame her though, she lost her husband and her son in a day. It's truly upsetting that even through all the abuse and her not giving a damn about me, I still don't blame her. Mother married Alan a few months after dad passed, and well, here we are.
A stray tear dropped down and i swiped it angrily at the mere thought of Ricky, my younger brother. He would have saved me if he was here. If he didn't betray me and left me all alone in this world, we would've been a family again. Not perfect, but happy. Ricky was definitely the glue that held our family together, with dad being temperamental and mother being busy in her work. He was the one to make us all smile.
If only I could choose, it would be me lying on that hospital bed, body cold as a deathly piece of stone. No feelings, no movement, no heartbeat.
Just blue lips and closed eyes next to father, bodies undisturbed by mother's agonizing screams as i stared on numbly.
Author's Note
Well, that's chapter 1 and i hope you guys loved it so far! Do vote, if you like it and please leave a comment- i get back to every one of them ;) Stay tuned for the next update which won't be long my readers. Kisses & hugs until then 😗
