POV : Ashleigh
I can feel it.
I can see it.
The fear.
I woke up in a sweat.
No. No. Mom. I silently cried in my mind.
I looked up at the ceiling hoping someone could hear me.
"Why me?" I whispered. "I don't have anything else left to give. I'm a hollow shell.
A void. A void that forces itself into fitting in with the world."
By now, I was ranting to myself.
A psychotic episode.
But now I was too far gone to care.
"She gave him everything. He gave her everything. Their love grew. Things happened. Till one day they woke up and he felt he had nothing. Neither himself nor her.
Then they fought. They exposed their skeletons. And at the end of it, in another way, they still gave each other, everything that they had."
I was still whispering. I was still a void.
Till the glass broke. Crash.
I could hear the voices now.
They were prominent.
It took me a nanosecond to cover my head with the sheets.
I was trembling now.
Slowly, the voices grew louder and realisation dawned on me. The adrenaline made way into my veins.
The voices were not in my head.
I ran faster than humanly possible and reached the master bedroom. I put my ear to the wooden door and listened.
"What didn't I give you Brianne? What happened?" My dad yelled.
My mom yelled something right back. I could barely hear.
I turned the knob. The door opened a crack.
Yellow light filtered into the hallway. My parents were unfazed.
They were at the opposite corner of the room. They couldn't hear or see me.
I covered my mouth as I noticed the shattered dressing mirror.
My mom was on the floor. Her hair all over the place.
My dad stood towering over her beside the mirror.
The remaining pieces reflected the image of an unleashed monster.
"I did nothing, Felix! Ted just shared a joke and I tripped. We were laughing. I couldn't see where I was going and he just helped me up from my fall. It was nothing!" My mom exclaimed from the floor.
Her back was to me.
Slap.
"Felix!" My mom wailed as she felt the force of the slap.
No. No. Mom. I was frozen.
I couldn't let it go.
"I love you Brianne. Fucking Ted doesn't make you laugh. You're bloody fucking mine. How many times do I have to remind you of that?!" Dad screamed.
Blood was dripping from his wrist. The mirror had done its damage but it never was enough.
It was happening again.
I watched as my dad put his hand up again.
No. No. Mom.
I saw my mother's shoulders slouch.
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