SOS

Sick Of It

I keep waking up from that nightmare, Paranoid that the kidnapper may find me again. My mom and I've been put under a witness protection program but I'm still seeing the kidnapper's masked face.

"Alana! Wake up. Time for school or you're gonna be late." My mom called out to me when I'm all grumpy and just tired from not sleeping. My mom doesn't know I keep having nightmares of that dreadful place.
"Coming!" I called out to her as I was brushing my teeth. I shouldn't let the past hurt me. It's been 5 months since that happened. I should let it be.

New life. New school. Like a teenager's life could get easier. It doesn't unfortunately. I went down the stairs and into kitchen seeing my mom cooking pancakes and bacon. The smell was heavenly throughout the house.

"Mom that smells delicious." I say as I sit on the counter stool.
"Anything for my lovely daughter." She had that beautiful, serene smile that always calmed me down if anything happens.

"Mom, mom, I'm gonna be late for my first day of school! Bye, love you!" I said as I kisssd her cheek and went on my way.

The bus stop wasn't that far from my house. It's a 5 minute walk and the neighbors getting their newspaper from the lawn seemed to relax me a bit.

My mind went back to the days of torture when I saw my arms. Scabs everywhere. I pulled my sleeves down to prevent any questions from watchful eyes. I didn't like being this vulnerable.

Just as I was going home again.. the bus horn blared through my ears and just went in the bus. It was full so I sat in one of the middle rows and put on my earphones to drown in my music.