Chapter 4
...I hate my life! Tears ran down my red cheeks.
I then stared at the water and took a deep breath.
I then slid down as my head disappeared under the water. Many things ran through my head as I squeezed my eyes tightly making sure I didn't breath out. I thought about my mum and how she was such an alcoholic and such a crappy mother and my Dad.
Just the thought of him gave me more determination not to give up and get out.
I lay there for 40 seconds with nothing on my mind. I was a good swimmer so I'd be under here for a while.
I tried my hardest to think of something good to remember before I left. You know the laughs, the times I had nothing to stress or worry about but this was all ages ago. When I was 11 years and younger and I can just about remember what happened but nothing interesting. My body was becoming immune to the freezing cold water as I soon stopped recognising it was even cold.
The slight texture to the water surrounded me as it stood still.
I was trying my hardest not to think about it but my body began reacting, I was starting panic due to the loss of oxygen I wasn't consuming.
I was fidgeting trying not to make noises or even just move as I tried to block the feeling out with images of my dad raping me trying to keep me remembering why I am doing this, but it wasn't working.
My body was shacking as I scrunched my fist trying to keep myself under control, I could hear myself splashing as I lightly banged against the side of the bath.
My mouth then opened itself as I breathed out helping me relax myself slightly, but didn't last for longer than 10 seconds as I began fidgeting again.
I spread my hands slapping it flat against the side of the bath and scratching it. My head was becoming light headed as I was now fully ready to come out from under the water but I knew if I did I will have to face him again and again until I was finally prepared to deal with the pain and leave.
I was screaming in hums trying to keep myself from coming up but I was determined and nothing could stop me now.
Dad-Zahra? You in there?" my eyes shot open as they automatically burned.
And with that my body rose out of the water.
Me-Yeah Yeah, I-It's me" I said coughing slightly
Him-you okay?
Me-yeah, I'm fine
Him-are you having a bath
Me-yeah, I just. Was hot" I said lying
Him-Okay get to bed soon
Me-okay
Him-night princess" Goosebumps rose all over my body
Me-night" I said as a tear ran down my cheek.
Me-arrgh!" I growled quietly. I got up! I was so close!
I sighed and got out of the bath and stared at it. I pulled out the plug and waited for it to all drain out. I stared at what could have been my death... Wow.
I soon came to my senses and thought.. I need help. I need to leave this house, I need to escape him or I'd just end up killing myself when it's not me who deserves to die, it's him.
I quickly washed out the bath and went into my room. It was nice a warm. I dried myself and watched my cold body. I looked so pale, so dead, empty.
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Zahra- Scarred
Teen FictionNot everyone is as fortunate to chose when their innocence is to be let go. Zahra a 15 year old teenager who had her's stolen by her father at a young age. Being so young she grow up naive thinking what was wrong was right but she soon grew up and...