World of Illusions

This Life I Live

{Graphic detail, violence, and depression. Readers beware}

I awoke.

This, like every other time, I wake to a reality I wish to escape from. The bare white popcorn ceiling is the only thing my eyes take in. Dull and unwanted, the irony made me crack a grin. I was like these walls.

Shouts from outside my bedroom door broke me from my thoughts, though no words could be heard with clarity, I knew the flow of the conversation. Lily and Andrew Watts, married 7 years. Through a slight family bloodline, I ended up in their care. Lily was a sweet woman, at first anyway. Sweet baby blue eyes, and golden mane of hair. She was beautiful, despite the ugly personality she hide with such beauty. Her husband, a big man, the weight of endless stream of mismatch jobs, left him with a beer belly, and an mean temper.

Lily was Andrew's second wife, his first to whom I have not a name, died when she was 32. She was the family blood I spoke about, she had died coming to collect me from my past child home. Left with no choice and in the need for money, Andrew took me into his home. I was 11 then, now with the clock ticking away I was hours away from turning 17.

It was soon that I had made my plan, to escape this graveyard of stone and find where my dreams have been leading me. I would find out why I dreamed of this wolf with human eyes.

The screams grew louder, and soon my door was slammed open. my eyes widen seeing the dark gaze of Andrew glare down at me. My breathe caught in my throat, Andrew grinned wickedly. As he slowly shut the door I could see the sadden baby blue's of lily turning her gaze away from us. She always turned a blind eye to what her husband did. Andrew slipped off his belt as he grabbed hold of my long hair, I bite my lip to hold back any noise. "You stupid f***ing brat!" Andrew screamed as he slammed my head against the wall. Andrew took off the belt and started to whip my back, I could feel the old sting of the leather against my still healing skin. This treatment continued for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only 20 minutes. Andrew grew tired, and stood up, only to spit on my face before he walked out of my bedroom.

As the door closed, I rose to my feet and took my bag from under my bed, my money from a place I hide in he floor boards. I couldn't help but let tears slip down my cheeks as I quickly wrapped my fresh wounds. Opening my bedroom window I jumped out to the fire escape and rushed down the flight of ladders. The only good thing about living in Chelsea, was that at least I was near the Logan Airport. Too soon I hopped on the next plane out of Boston, my eyes grew heavy, I forced myself to calm. As I closed my eyes I could feel my heart beat starting to slow.

My eyes closed, granting sleep. I was free, my spirit howled to itself in delight.

Elias Kiyiya, 17 years old. A broken soul trying to put my missing pieces back together.