dear mom,
i quickly tried jumping over the rail,
but was quickly stopped.
jack held onto my arm tightly,
as i tried to get out of his grip.
i started to scream out aaron's name,
knowing he was just a few steps away,
just a few steps away to break down the door.
i continued screaming,
and was quickly slapped on the face,
by emma.
i remember being in pain,
but continuing still continueing screaming.
"shut up already ann.
do you really think that aaron's going to save you?
do you really think that cedric is going to save you?
do you really think that your parents even loved you?
nobody loves you.
nobody cares about you.
nobody even would miss you,
if you died,
right now."
as i was being held in the air,
i tried my hardest not to cry,
i continued screaming for help.
somebody please come,
and save me.
love,
ann
a plea for help in ann's head
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mom,
Historia Cortaa girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah
