[Unstable Minds #1]
"Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn...
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Leah
I stared at myself through the mirror, my eyes meeting the faded scar on my stomach, the tips of my fingers tracing each faded letter. My teeth sinking into my bottom lip, my vision getting blurry by the tears that were threatening to spill. I let out a shaky breath, tucking a strand of my curly hair behind my ear as I blink away the tears.
Thirteen years; it's been thirteen years since the incident, the memory still fresh on my mind. Every day my mind still replays every scene I had with him, taunting me, forcing me to never forget about him or what he did to me. I stare down at my hands, glaring over the faded scar on my wrists.
I wish I could say that after I left the hospital everything went smoothly, no bumps, potholes, nothing in my way but that's not how it went at all. My parents and I ended up cutting ties, they told me they wanted nothing to do with me... that I wasn't thinking straight and I was too messed up for them to keep in contact with me. My heart broke, I had to stay with Mia until I could afford my own home.
Mia had to force me to leave, to go out. She told me I needed to be strong not for me but for the both of us and I am thankful for having someone like her in my life. I'm glad I had the chance to hang out with her one last time until— I shake my head ridden my mind of the thought.
After that, I started visiting Novalee González's grave when I have the chance, sometimes I leave flowers or random items to thank him for what he had done. He lost his life to save me and I will always be forever grateful, I only wish I had the chance to meet him in person... to actually thank him.
The sound of my oven's alarm went off, indicating that the cake I had put in there minutes ago was finally finished. I throw one last glance at myself in the mirror and head out the bathroom door, my gaze falling on the picture frames hanging all over my walls, memories those days rushing back, a small smile forming on my lips. My finger drums against my arm as I walk through the halls until I was met with the doorway to my kitchen. The smell of the chocolate cake hitting my nostrils.
I couldn't contain my happiness at the delicious goods, I practically skipped towards the oven, wanting to grab the hot pan without any gloves on. My stomach growled, I almost rolled my eyes. This cake isn't for me, stop being greedy; I scolded myself as I threw on an oven mitt, bending down slightly as I opened the oven, the warm heat from the oven caressing my face as I grabbed the caked filled pan and settling it down on the kitchen island. Kicking the oven door closed, I threw off the mitt and inspect the cake.
I had recently started taking a baking class, it was a hobby until I made my first cupcake. I started my own small "business". I had made my own sigh and left it outside, made quite a few dollars from it and I love it, honestly. I wanted to wait until it cools off but I didn't have enough time for it. I moved quickly towards my cabinets, pulling out a small container of chocolate frosting. The sound of my bare feet quickly moving back towards my cake could be heard throughout the kitchen, causing a giggle to erupt from inside my chest.
