Hostages .

3 || Away

Mia's POV

Waking up to screeching, cries and voices louder than a clap of thunder. Having to live in this cage and can't breathe. A maze filled with whispers, sobs of an excruciating reminder of the past but in this case both the past and present... maybe even what it will be like in the future. Left with a soul painted, coated with scars. Scars deeper than the nile. Left with a storm for a head and an emptiness for a chest.

A child watched her mother drop everything to make her own mother happy. But all she picked up in return was a broken, lifeless future. A life where you can only breathe, walk... live when you are given permission. But that's the thing what if you are never given permission, forced to listen, painfully watch and not question any wrong done to you, around you.

Along the way, you tend to distance yourself from not only everyone around you but also try to distance yourself from your own self. Memories, moments became you.. you became those moments, those memories. You were a walking reminder of who you were, who you loved. Who was loved, cared for and wanted. A constant remind of a unreachable chance to be you again. The old you. The real you. Now all you are is an empty shell filled with these moments. An existing body with no purpose, no soul. Waiting... enduring... what is left... what is nothing but the end of a sharp knife being inserted into you painfully slow. Begging to be finished, for that last second to come closer, faster. Begging the darkness to fill you, consume you, devour you. Until you are no longer existing.

I don't know how it got this way... I don't when... but I do know why. From feeling hopeless. When you become hopeless, you are not only losing hope but you are also slowly losing yourself more and more everyday.

You have lost yourself completely, blankly staring at what you'll never escape instead of fighting your way out, letting the darkness drown you and slowly pull you away from the slither of hope, glimmer of light left in the distance. The demons in my head are bellowing louder, trying to rip away the rest of me. But this time.... I'm not fighting back, I wander through the darkness blindly. Tired of dragging my feet across the floor while being pulled by the shadows.

I decide to take a bath today before leaving for hell aka School. I walk into the bathroom and turn the water on until the bathtub is filled with warm, relaxing water mixed with muscle soak bath therapy salt. I strip off my clothes before hopping in the bathtub.

After a long relaxing session, I carefully step out before pulling out the bath plug, sucking water down the drain. I walk over to grab a towel off of the hanger. I wipe the towel on my body, making sure I am dry before I place the towel back on the rack and walk back into my room.

Leaving my thoughts there, I grab a new pair of underwear along with black leggings from out of my drawer, quickly slipping them on. I walk over to my black wardrobe, scanning for a hoodie. My eyes land on my beige coloured hoodie, I quickly throw it on.

As I am looking for my phone, my mother waltz into my room. She walks over to the chair in front of my vanity and grabs her favourite cream winter cardigan. She turns to look at me, I shamelessly shrug my shoulders.

"What? You borrowed my hoodie last week. And it had stains too." I roll my eyes before laughing at her shocked face. Her eyes widen, shocked to find out I knew all along.

"Oh.. about that... Haha. It's not my fault your hoodies are not stain-proof." She defends with her hands on her hips, her smile brightens the more I laugh at her childish comeback. Knowing I won't be this happy for the rest of the day.

This is what I love about her. God, she is the strongest woman I know and love. I really don't deserve her... I can only hope that I'll be half the mother and woman she is.