All the same

31 2 0
                                    

It's all the same. I am running down a dark hall trying to escape but it's like there is no way out. I find a red door I run straight for it, but as I'm about to step out I am pulled back in and fall to the ground hard everything goes black. I start to wake up my head is throbbing and I'm covered in a coat of sweat. I hear my name being called "Jenna, Jenna" then suddenly it stops I hear footsteps in the distance they are getting louder the closer they get then it happens "JENNA!" My whole body jerks up to a sitting position as if this has never happened before as if I have never had that nightmare before. If only I could forget that horrible day when everything changed. I look over to see that my alarm clock is going off I check to see the time same as always 5:30. I wonder if I stay in bed all day if anyone would care if today would be any different probably not but I'd rather be at school then my own house even though both are as equally bad, but at least I can hid out until school is over. I peel myself off of my bed and start to get changed a long sleeve black shirt, dark grey sweats, and my average hoodie that has a poem on the back. Don't really know what it says but that didn't matter I just needed to get out of my house before my monster of a father woke up. I finally make my way to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth when I almost slipped on what looked to be another beer bottle. My father started the drinking when my mother died on the way to my dance recital. Ignoring the fact that my father takes all his anger out on me after I am finished getting ready I pick up the bottle I almost slipped on and started to head out that was before my father snatched me by my hair. I winced in pain and I look at my father who had a wicked smile across his face showing how yellow his teeth actually were. "Where the fuck do you think you are going you dirty Whore." I hesitate before I give him my answer. "School, its a Monday." I wait until he released my hair to start walking out as he says something to me "be home before 4:50.

Fragile Where stories live. Discover now