Freely Flying

Prologue

That burning sensation; that feeling of numbness to the point where pain did not exist in her world, Jennifer Cole relished that feeling, although it was not a luxury she got to experience often. She tossed back another drink, in the safety of her home, away from judgmental, prying eyes.

She hated this, hated herself for being weak and pathetic, mother always said it was disgusting to find comfort in drinks. Then again, what didnt that woman find disgusting? But mother was a hypocrite, having used to drink every day.

She found Jennifer disgusting, mother never failed to tell her every day, that was, when Jennifer lived with her.

It had been years since Jennifer last heard from or saw her mother, the last time was –

Jennifer shook her head to clear her turmoil of thoughts, wasnt alcohol supposed to make her stop thinking, stop feeling, why does it still hurt? A sob racked through her body she covered her mouth with her hand. She blindly reached for the bottle, knocking it over in the process, a frustrated cry leaving her.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Jennifer lay her head back and stared at her ceiling, vision blurred from her remaining tears and sighed. She closed her eyes embracing a restless sleep.

Jennifer knew from a young age that her life was different to that of other children.

Jennifer was crying, screaming, her arms felt like they weighed a ton, when in truth, it was the stack of encyclopedias she was being forced to hold in the air. Five minutes felt like an hour.

"I'm sorry, Im sorry! Please, please, Im sorry!"

Her cries fell upon deaf ears, she felt a sharp sting on lower back, then another, then another.

"Sorry? Sorry does not cut it Jennifer, why did you disobey me? Why do you smell like cigarettes?"

"Mama, Mama, it is you, you were just smoking Mama not me, not me." She sobbed uncontrollably until she fell to her knees dropping the encyclopedias to floor.

"Get out. Until you can tell the truth, stay outside." Mama said, deadly soft. Jennifer lay there, struggling to breathe. Mama picked her up by the arm and dragged her to the verandah. Jennifer could smell the alcohol on her.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Dont panic. Jennifer could not breathe, she could not inhale nor exhale. She was panicking.

Black spots appeared before her eyes, she heard snippets of conversations.

"...Mother abuses her."

"...Call paramedics and police."

"Father?"

"Rape child, no father." She felt a gentle hand caress her cheek.

"The paramedics shall arrive soon dont worry, you are safe now."

She had just turned fifteen today happy birthday to her.

That was the last of her thoughts as she succumbed to the blackness.

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