There's a beautiful world through the gray skies.
Keep your head held high, Through the gray skies.
Through the gray skies, she's rubbing the blood stains out of her sheet, barely moving, stumbling to stay on her two feet.
She resumes to write in her diary, tears falling down the paper that can write it's own story.
She writes "Daddy if you ever read this, I thought you loved me".
You said you loved mommy too but every morning I wake up to her with a different bruise.
I stare into this mirror wondering how I come from your little angel to the one you hate and strangle".
She looks into the mirror at her reflection.
She's the spitting image of the one she's hating.
Then she looks into the medicine cabinet, Taking the razor of the shaver
Walking towards her bed, her blood drips on the carpet
Having flashbacks , where she was yelling for him to stop it
Slowly drifting off, to Heavens Highway.
YOU ARE READING
Gray Skies
Short StoryStory based on "Little Erica's" first betrayal on trust, love and hope.
