Dreams

Chapter 3- Family

Sarah's POV
Yesterday hurt too much. It even hurts when I think about it. By the time I got home it was about 4 o clock. On the way in I managed to avoid any questions and walk straight upstairs into my room.
I slammed my door shut and threw myself onto my bed. I lay lifeless and wished to be sucked away from the misery. Thoughts clouded my head. Everything was unclear. Tears spilled from my eyes until I was lying in a puddle of my pain.  I lay there in the dark until I fell asleep.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!"
"I wouldn't have to if you would just do what you needed to do!"

The voices echoed in my head. Suddenly, I woke up to realise it wasn't a dream. It was my parents. Again. Them fighting frustrated me. I looked out the window to see the blinding sun still up. Unable to take it anymore I grasped my jacket from behind the door and made my way outside.
Straight down the stairs, past my parents and out the front door I ran. Hesitantly I looked back to see them carry on arguing noticing me run out but deciding to ignore it. It hurt. It felt like like a thousand knives being plunged into my back. However, I carried the pain and started walking. Walking to my place. The place I went when it was all too much.
I walked through this hidden place I had found when I was younger. The tall trees towering above me danced to the sound of the wind. I stopped to take a deep breath in. The wind blowing through my hair slowed down my heart beat and blew away the pain.

Temporarily.

Slowly opening my eyes I started to walk towards the dark tunnel ahead of me. People are so afraid of the darkness but what is beyond it is beautiful. However, they were too ignorant to see it.
I carried on walking to the other side. I pushed away the branches to uncover it. The sound of a river flooded my ears. It was perfect. I walked over to the river. I sat down.
I feel everything. I feel too much and it kills me slowly. I hide it all away with fake happiness almost fooling myself. It feels wrong but it's better than nothing so you carry on lying to everyone. To yourself. Trying to numb yourself so you don't feel the pain. Layer upon layer. Until finally, you break. The pain catches up with you. It's never ending. You think the pain is easing but those scars remain. Scar after scar. Every one biting at your flesh. The feeling the universe is against you starts creeping up until it knocks you down; you lay there lifeless; unable to move... The tears gushed out my eyes. I hated this feeling.