Trapped

Guilt

Ivory
I have no choice. I keep trying to persuade myself that i am doing this for my mother, but am i really? Am i doing it because i am a selfish pig that is hungry for vengeance? Ok, i admit it, its for myself.

Growing up without a father has affected in way that i cant imagine. Im now 15. I have not had a male figure in my house for the last 12 years. In our house it was just me, my twin sister Addison, and my mother. She worked full time as a sister nurse at the local general hospital.

My mother tried to give us everything we wanted, she tried to fill the empty space in our hearts where our father should have been. We are currently financially stable. We always go abroad, always have expensive clothes, we just say what we want, and our mother buys it for us.

I have always followed the rules, have never stepped a toe out of line, but my growing need for revenge has been rapidly building up inside me, tormenting me throughout the years.

After scribbling a barely leggible note to my sister that reads "Sorry, will be back home in a few weeks" i cast one last longing look at my mothers sleeping face. It kills me to see the sorrow etched into her once breathtaking face, but now she is barely recognisiable. Wrinkles are scattered across her face, symboling her tragic past.

Clutching her fragile hand, i place one last gentle kiss on her forehead and tear my hand from hers, soundlessly stepping into the night