Coming from an abusive household, Meredith Hill makes up her mind to finally escape. She runs till she meets a family friend who decides to take her in as one of her own. When high school is added to the mix, she must learn how to cope with her past...
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"Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame" —Sia
"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket Never let it fade away Catch a falling star and put it in you pocket Save it for a rainy day,"
She sings me a sweet lullaby, her voice sounds as if angels have blessed her with it.
"Sleep, my sweet girl. No monsters will hurt you." She says.
Little did I know . . . she was the monster I would soon be running from.
My eyes open and I lay there. My ceiling being the most interesting thing I've seen all day. I tilt my head to the side and see my bay window in the wall. My white duvet cover fluffy as ever. Thank god I'm back in my room.
I woke up expecting to feel some sort of emotion . . . but I feel nothing. Absolutely, nothing.
Warm tears run down my cheeks, and the words circle through my head:
"You worthless whore!"
"It should've been you!"
"You mean nothing."
"I'm ashamed to call you my daughter!"
"It would do me a huge favor if you were just dead!"
Dead.
That's how I feel.
I move numbingly out of bed, kicking off the covers that tangled my body. I walk in steady steps to my bathroom. The girl in the mirror also looks dead, she's no longer a bright, young and healthy girl.
I open the drawer under the sink and look around. For what? I'm not sure. My body is now on autopilot. Making decisions for me.
After digging through the drawer, I pull out a shinny blade. The edges are crisp, and I can see my repulsive reflection in the blade.
I look at my wrist. Light bruises run over them, and a few scars from my mother.
I raise the blade to my wrist, and feel the cold blade break the skin. I put pressure on it, sinking more into my skin. The result: blood.
