Escape

Chapter 2

"I know how your parents died,"  I read quietly.

Suddenly the air around me changed, my breaths were coming shallow, my vision blurred, quickly wiping my tears, I looked up in the search for the sender, I observed everyone in the classroom, but there wasn't anyone that looked like the sender to me. Who was it? Who wrote this note? Who knew about my parents? I have to find that person. Everything seemed so normal, ordinary, Was someone playing with me? Is this some type of sick joke?

I noticed that that pretty boy is nowhere in sight, Where did he go? Did he send me this note? Maybe I am overthinking, besides someone from this town would have sent it? He seemed to have moved here recently. But if it ain't him and it's someone from this class, why did they send me this note after so many years? Why today?

The bell rang, signalling the end of class, I picked up my things, and was the last to leave the classroom. After everybody left, I got up, roamed around the classroom, searched every desk in search of a clue.

Nothing, empty, not a single thing that could indicate me who was the probable sender.

I left the classroom and hurried towards my next class.

Before I knew, it was time for lunch. I didn't have any money so I decided to go to the library to pass my time. I was searching for a book to read, while I sensed someone was watching me, I turned around and saw him. Wow, he was really pretty, his sharp green eyes were boring into mine, his expression was blank when he noticed that I was looking back at him, he cleared his throat and shifted his gaze on the aisle of books next to him. I turned around and continued my search for the book when I looked back, he was gone.

The rest of the day passed by quickly, I found myself on the same road walking back to the place I dreaded, my skateboard clutched in my one arm, while the other held my bag. Streets buzzed with afternoon activity. Some taking their afternoon break, lounging around in the cafes, kids coming back from school to their home, I got no home now, just a house where I return back every day after school, but that's not what I was thinking. The note? Who wrote it? Was it really a prank or someone really knows something? Will I be able to bring my parents' murder to justice after all these years?

I looked up to see my house, which once used to be my home. It has the best and my worst memories, I wanted to live and leave this place. I could sometimes see my parents smiling down at me, I could sometimes hear their laugh, why does it have to be like this?

I walked in and was instantly yanked and was smashed at the opposite wall.

"Where were you bitch?" Meet my uncle.

I didn't say anything, my mouth clamped shut in fear.

"I SAID WHERE WERE YOU BLAIR CAMILLA COOPER?"

"A-at S-school"

A tear slipped from my eye, he held my hair in a tight grip, almost pulling it out. Punching me in the stomach, he twisted my arms painfully, making me yelp in pain. I hated to be weak, I wanted to fight back, to end all this pain, but I couldn't, he was way stronger than me and fighting back only meant more beating, because I can't defeat him, I can't.

"You know how much I hate when you stutter you slut"

" Yes sir"

" Now that's what I was talking about, go to your room and don't come out till you're asked"

I left quietly and dashed towards my room without turning back, I locked myself in and cried my heart out.

I pulled up my hoodie and saw a blue bruise making its way where my uncle Gabe punched me. My hand was going red, veins standing out, his handprint reminding me how much I am unwanted, the cuts, the days-old bruises, marks, scratches, ache, scars all screaming at me so much that it was deafening, telling me that I am a liability, the scream was so loud that I couldn't even let a whisper of hope enter in my soul. I made my way to the shower, grabbed my razor and stood under the cool water.

I am unwanted. Cut.

A bitch. Cut.

A slut. Cut.

Not good enough. Cut.

A burden. Cut.

Should have died. Cut.

Doesn't deserve to live. Cut.

Wastage of resources. Cut.

I continued cutting myself. I watched as blood dripped down my hands mixing with water. The red that flowed freely from my wrists down to my fingers where it dripped down to the white surface of my bathtub, scarlet drops contrasting to my white bathtub. It was painful, but at least I felt something, other than emptiness

Emptiness, that's what I feel now. Nothing. Blank. I don't know when I lost myself? All those words that leave my tongue. I no longer feel things that I should. I am lost. Hopeless. Cold. Ashamed of myself. The person I used to be is now gone.

Alive but dead.

The numbness inside me.

This ache in my heart that feels comforting now.

The only thing that's constant in my life.

I made my way out of the shower, patched myself up and moved out of the bathroom.

I wanted to eat. But I knew if I went downstairs, I would be beaten to a pulp. Sighing, I sat at the window seat, staring out towards the night sky, hoping I would wake up tomorrow and this all would be a dream, my parents would be alive, and we'd be a proper family.

I remember how we used to eat together, my mom being a terrible cook, but that smile on her face made everything taste divine.

My dad despite being tired smiled lovingly at his wife, looking like he met her just now. Appreciated her food and sometimes danced with her, when I went off to sleep. Their laughter still echoes in my ears.

I would give anything just to live that moment again.

Wake up, this is your life, you're meant to suffer. My inner consciousness reminded me.

I moved into my bed, popped down a sleeping pill, and stared at the ceiling. Waiting for the pill to kick in.

Suddenly that note flashed in my mind, I was thinking about it, when that boy's face invaded my train of thought, was he the sender? Why was he staring at me in the library? Nobody gives me a second glance. That was the last thought when I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

A/N

Hey, wassup..?

There goes my second chapter, I hope you like it, this was mildly disturbing, and this book is going to be filled with all such events, memories and stuff like that.

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