The Nanny ✔

#5

Sophie's POV

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Emptiness.

My mind is blank as my soul grieves my predicament. My vision is blurred and my body aches all over.

Without struggle, I embrace the feeling of emptiness as I mourn over my ill fortune, hating my body for the weakness that weighs me down after suffering in the hands of my rapist step-dad.

My eyes bore into that of the girl in the mirror before me as I sit up; through the glistening substance reflecting on the wall by my right. She looks helpless, her dark skin, paler than it has ever been and her eyes with darker shades below them in a fashion that would make zombies seethe with knowing jealousy.

Her eyes bears a constant flowing passage of liquid below down to her cheeks and her blue dyed hair is scattered around her head like that of a deranged being.

Medusa would be smirking if she saw me because I sure as hell looked like a faithful fan right now. Slowly, I turn to face the door, feeling the still furious rapidness of my heartbeat. Then I alight the bed with a throbbing head and trudge to the door, securing the locks before taking off my clothes.

Everything else is a blur till the water is cascading on my head and down my back.

My hands reach for the door knob again for the third time since I entered my bathroom and I nod in approval when I confirm that it is locked. That's just an OCD on my part - obsessive compulsory disorder. I am just addicted to it.

Even when we never had a penny, yeah, we always had spirit

They can bun my flesh, but they can't touch my spirit

They wan' take way my freedom, but... I sing along as the song plays repeatedly on my phone which has been placed at the window.

I heave a contented sigh as I agree to what J Hus, one of my favorite singers raps in his song, Spirit. If decide to think about everything around me and how they're affecting me, I'll find myself resorting to self-harm, something I mustn't do.

It gets too much sometimes, I don't want to go through it again.

After returning the soap, I once again get down to scrubbing myself as the water pelts down my skin, thinking about how I would face Wonder in school and even my step dad later on.

Or maybe I'm just thinking of how I would face life after leaving this bathroom.

***

I've not been out of my room since what happened yesterday evening and thankfully enough, sweet mother gracefully bought whatever lie her husband presented because she only came to check if I'd had dinner.

She does that when he tells her I gave him a hard time or insulted him. She'll ignore me for days, believing I disrespected her husband.

I can't care less.

To me, I don't even have a mother.

I get out hurriedly and wear my clothes which are already set on the bed. I'll have to face step dad when I come back from today's lectures and if my mom isn't around, then he might finish what he planned yesterday.

"No!" I whisper yell and feel myself shudder involuntarily. I can't allow this happen.

Maybe I should run away?

My eyes widens when I find myself actually entertaining the thought.

But I don't know anywhere. Mom cut toes with my dad's family after he died and I don't know much about her family either. How do I go about it?