Broken Vessels

| Chapter XIV- Cole |

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So sorry y'all for not updating this story for a while. I got caught up with other words of mine (guilty expression) and readings so I haven't really been working on this story but I am now so please enjoy this chapter! 

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| Chapter XIV- Cole |

*The only limits you have are the limits you believe. -Wayne Dyer*

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It was time to move on. I had to stop thinking about my life. It sucked. It was enough to put me on the thought of suicide more times than I'd like to admit. But I couldn't. I wasn't that weak. Sure I was weaker than Brian physically, but I wasn't weak enough to take my own life. That would just be proving I was nothing. That I valued myself as nothing. Sadly though, sometimes that was how I valued myself.

I sat on my bed, kicking my feet softly against the floor. I was home alone. My mom was somewhere out and Brian was most likely getting drunk in a bar. He wouldn't be home for a while.

I looked at my backpack on the floor and decided I should at least get started on homework. Homework. That reminded me of English class. Of Veronica. I shook my head to get her out of my mind. I couldn't think about her. However, there was something about her that intrigued me. It made me want to know her a bit more because she was hiding something like me. Although mine might as well be much more than hers.

I sighed and pulled open my math book. Might as well play with numbers just like fate played with my life. Shaking my head, I focused on my work, trying hard to forget about everything for a few hours at least.

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I woke up to the slamming of the front door and angry shouts. The sounds of glass shattering and my mother yelping made me spring into action. I automatically ran to my door and locked it shut then proceeded to drag my drawer to the door, keeping it placed under my door knob. With Brian, you never knew what he could do when drunk out of his mind.

I then slowly walked backwards towards the corner of my room as angry stomps came up the stairs, drowning out the sound of my mother's whimpers. I felt myself shaking, eyes wide in fear, heart pounding erratically in my chest, almost feeling like it was going to jump out in a bloody heap in front of me.

Everything seemed to quiet down in slow motion with the sound of my heart beating in my chest. I shouldn't be feeling this afraid. I shouldn't be this pathetic. So I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed a jacket and shoes and climbed out my window, trying to escape the pain that would be coming.

In my haste, I almost tripped out my window. It would've been a painful land since the drop was a good four feet and thorny bushes awaited me. I carefully and skillfully maneuvered my way out my window and hopped down, crunching the vile plant underneath the soles of my shoes.

I then looked behind me, the screaming getting louder before my room door started to shake. I picked up my jacket and phone and ran in the shadows that blanketed the neighbourhood. I didn't know where I was running but it would be anywhere away from home. It was Saturday and people were out, probably ignoring our screaming like they always did.