Damaged Goods

As the lightning flashed and the thunder roared. The rain poured down in a torrential down pour. Rain continued to pound on the windshield. The once blasting radio was turned down by my parents. Silence filled the car, my 6 year old self could feel the tension in the car. The weather continued to go down harder and harder. A car ran a red light causing my parents to swerve. As salty tears began to drip down my face the car ran into the side of a house.

I could see the blood pouring down my parents faces.

My young body couldn’t do anything.

Wasn’t aware of the situation.

Until the sound of the Ambulance.

Shaking. Crying. I woke up. Thunder and lightning always does this to me. Every roar of thunder or flash of lightning could set me off, and I’d be having an emotional breakdown bringing back memories I have tried so hard to oppress.

Glancing over at the clock the time read 1:00, this torture has given me no sleep. Not like I sleep a lot to begin with. The present and memories of the present haunt me at all times. Like a voice in my head always getting me to doubt who I am, what I’m doing, and making me feel worthless and insecure. When most people see me the first don’t think, ‘Hey, that girl’s fighting a battle with her mind’. My names Bella Lucibella, I am 16 years old and 5 foot 2..... Yeah I’m tiny. I’m almost the picture of innocence. A perfect little girl. When in actuality I am anything but. I’m just a girl plagued by her past............

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