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:3: ƤAƖƝ

:3: Pain

Right when I thought it was all over with, my dad throws me back onto my bed; leaving my empty room with a slam. I gasp, slowly sitting up and flinging my hands to my neck. It throbs in pain, along with my sides which feel broken everywhere.

This was nothing though, I’ve had worse beatings before- ones that sent me into tears for days upon days. Ones that didn’t just hurt me physically, but mentally as well, and sent me screaming for help even when I knew no one could hear.

I’ve always dreamed of running away and starting a new life somewhere else; somewhere safe and calm, where I didn’t have to be afraid of the next punishment being brought my way. Of course, that dream isn’t possible one bit, from all the police guarding the state limits that we absolutely cannot cross. If we ever did, God only knows what punishment would be unleashed upon us- and I don’t intend on getting hurt anymore. Too much pain has entered my heart already.

I sigh, bringing myself out of my daydream and feeling the pain creeping back to me from before. I groan, lying down on my small, hard bed -which is the only thing placed in this cellar of a room- and look out my small window. The sunlight gleams through strongly, hitting me directly in the eyes. I move my hand up to my forehead, blocking out the sun and looking more deeply at the horizon.

Dirty white fluffs of clouds hover over the smog-filled blue sky, slowly but surely moving cautiously as they drift across. It’s then, though, I see the brightest of light peaking through the clouds, streaming rays down to the earth. Every time that one little thing happens, I always feel like the doors to heaven are opening and inviting another inside. I hope my mother was invited into heaven like that, the rays of sunlight streaming down on her face as she floated up into that big blue sky.

I close my eyes tight, as a tear drops down my face silently. I just wish that I could hear her voice once more and tell her how much my love for her was true. I never will be able to though, because she’s gone for good and nothing will bring her back- not even the brightest of memories that I envision. 

 “Carnate,” I hear my name faintly, snapping my eyes open immediately. I look around to every part of my room, not finding one trace of anyone until I linger my eyes over to the window once more. Standing merely to the side is, Camic with a rusted toolbox placed in his hand.

I bring myself up, holding in the cries of pain my sides are in and walk slowly over to the window, placing my hand on the glass. My father had recently placed a new window in my room, considering the last window I had slid open and I climbed right out.

“I’m getting you out,” Camic softly says, placing the toolbox on the ground and digging through the mess until he finds the hammer. Carefully and quietly, Camic works at removing the nails on the outside of the window, letting each one fall as they come out. Once they are all removed, Camic slowly takes the window out the frame, placing it down on the hard gravel ground beside his toolbox. He then looks back to me standing there on the other side of the small window. It doesn’t even look big enough for anyone to fit through, let alone escape through, but sure enough Camic lends his hand out to me and insists on helping me through.

“Camic, no.” I say, knowing that the pain will get extremely worse and I don’t want him helping me.

 “It’ll be okay,” he whispers back to me, looking at me caringly. “I’ll help you through.”

“No-” I fret, as he tries grabbing my hand.  

“Well I’m not letting you stay here, I can’t even imagine what he has done to you.”

“Well then don’t,” I say, since there’s not a chance in the world that I would let him touch me- even if it is to escape.

“Carnate, I care about you too much to just leave you here. I can see the bruises all over you; don’t act like it’s nothing.” Camic says, his hand still stretched out toward me. I hesitate at first, but soon I can hear my father’s work boots tromping on across the floor; getting closer to my room.