Revive Me

03

Rosie:
The night was humid, with a bit of wind flowing every now and then. I walked around on the empty street of my city.

The stoplight was red, although there were no sight of cars near. I had no idea where I was walking to. I have no home anymore. It's just myself for a while, on my own.

I realized I don't have any belongings with me. No spare clothes, no charger, nothing but my phone. I took a long thought on what I would do next. I came to the conclusion I have no other choice than to stop back at the house I grew up with and pack my stuff.

30 minutes later I found myself on the familiar front steps. I closed my eyes and told myself that I would be calm. I quietly opened the door, surprised that the door wasn't locked.

I tiptoed my way to my room and turned on the light. The baby pink walls that holds my worst and best memories. I grabbed a duffle bag and began putting my clothes inside. I moved at a fast pace, afraid to be caught in my own home.

"And what do you think you're doing here?" The deep voice growled from behind me. Tears rushed to my eyes. I slowly turned around.

"I-I just want some clothes. I promise I'll be gone, and I'll stay gone. I just need my stuff" I stuttered.

"You're lucky I'm nice enough to let you take stuff with you" He said, voice deep but quiet. I assume my mother had gone to bed already, ah, bringing me back to the memories.

"Lucky?" I question, pushing my limits of staying calm. "Me? Lucky? You're the lucky one. You're lucky mom loves you more than she does me and that she believes everything you say over her own daughter" I said loudly.

"Keep your damn voice down, Rosie. I've had enough of you. I trusted you to keep your mouth shut, you were dumb enough to spill secrets around here".

I kept quiet, turning back around I continued to pack my belongings.

"Look at you, dressed like a slut. Wearing that short skirt. What're you pleading for attention?" He pressed. He looked me dead in the eye and smirked. I wanted to cry, but I've learned by now that crying doesn't get you anywhere.

He walked forward and pressed his body against mine from behind. His mind most likely thinking of the most sickening thoughts you could ever imagine.

"Let me tell you something, Rosie. It's working, you have my full attention"
A tear fell down my eye. I didn't let his sickness stop me for packing my things.

"If you bend over for me, I'll think about giving you some money for your little trip to wherever you go" He laughed.

"So what do you say, Rosie?" "How bad do you want the money?" I grabbed the last items I needed, zipped up my bag, turned around and looked him dead in the eye. This feeling of braveness fulfilling me.

"I don't want you or your money"

With that I walked out of that house and never looked back.