Flew Right By Love

Believe In Me

Listen to Believe In Me By Demi Lovato in the media section :)

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, nibbling on my peanut butter sandwich once in a while, knowing that it was highly unlikely she would allow me to have dinner.

And there I sat, perched on my bed, legs crossed. I'd changed into some sweats and a t-shirt, knowing that I wouldn't be out of my room until tomorrow.

I'd turned the radio up, the soft music almost allowing a calm atmosphere. But I couldn't ignore the shouts and curses and clanking coming from the rest of the house.

Every time I heard footsteps pounding on the floorboards and seemingly headed towards my room I would freeze, my muscles locking in fear. I was unable to control my breathing during these times- my vision blacking out and my heart beating at an unhealthy rate.

I kept thinking I would hear the pounding at the door, hear the rage burning in her voice and see the door knob turning. But it never came. The footsteps ebbed away, my vision returned to normal, and I could breath once more.

Every time this happened, afterwards I would slowly go on my feet, padding softly toward the door. My hand would linger on the knob, finger brushing over the lock on the door. I had to convince myself I was safe from her, that she couldn't come in.

I would return back to my spot on the bed, listening to the radio once more before her rage started up again and I would repeat the process.

My stomach clenched at the deep longing inside of me, a deep longing to feel alright for once in my life. The fear settled in my chest, like dust layering over a tabletop, unable to be wiped off.

Why me?

*****

It couldn't have been more than four to five hours I'd been locked in my room, but already I could feel myself wanting some sort of release.

I'd cried for one hour.

Sat perfectly still for another.

Paced for the next.

And cried again, unable to find anything good or happy in my life at this moment.

The kids at school who classified me as a freak, a mutant, an outcast. They called me names; they pushed me around; they spread rumors about me.

Saying it didn't hurt, saying I was used to their behavior would have been a complete and utter lie. I might've been used to it in some way shape or form, but never in my life has any comment on me made by someone else not hurt.

Outside of my window the crickets chirped, the skateboards rode on, having no idea what kind of life some people had to go through.

I stood up then from my small ball on the cold wooden floor and turned my room light off, the lack of curtains allowing some lighting for me as I maneuvered my way around my room, moving away my bag and the lump of clothes on the floor.

The radio slowly crackled on in the distance as I went back on my bed, sitting cross legged on the floor to gaze out the window.

The full moon shone brightly down, lighting up the houses with a glow more beautiful than one could even imagine possible.

My eyes locked onto the moon, the full circle a bright white. A door slammed in the house, breaking my trance.

I listened for a few more still moments, holding my breath, fear constricting and tightening around my neck. No other sound could be heard.

Then I heard it.

The pounding footsteps thundered down the hall and then..

"JADE!"

The door shook with tremendous force, the shouts raising in volume as more seconds passed.

"Open up this door now!"

My eyes widened as the pounding on the door became more erratic. Tears pooled in my eyes and in that split second, I had no idea what to do.

And then I did have an idea.

*****

Dropping out of a window wasn't the best idea really.

It wasn't that far away from the ground, and I was able to sit on the window sill, slide through the two foot gap and turn around to grab my backpack, which had some clothes stashed inside along with some of my school things.

Before I slipped out though I pulled a thick sweatshirt over my t-shirt, the chilly night air whooshing out as I struggled to raise the window without making too much sound. My mom continued to pound on the door, pausing a few seconds to pace the floorboards, yank harshly on the doorknob then go back to pushing against the door.

"JADE!" She screamed.

And then I was gone.

The song for this chapter is Believe In Me by Demi Lovato. Hope you liked this chapter and don't forget to vote! :)