Forever - Johnny Cade

Chapter 1:

*Warning mentions of sexual abuse, and mentions of abuse*

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I shiver at the feeling of his rough hands on me as I look in the mirror.

My eyes are puffy and red from crying, and my throat is dry and sore from screaming.

I look at my exposed body in the mirror.

Multiple bruises and cuts make their way down my body, never ending no matter where my gaze goes to.

Some of them are old. 

Some of them are new.

Brand new.

Like the nasty bruise on my left shoulder from his hands pushing down on it harshly as he holds me down in an attempt to stop my squirming body.

This is what my life is going to be like for the rest of my life.

There is no escaping.

There is no running.

There is no finding happiness.

It's just this.

Constant pain.

Constant suffering.

It will go on forever. 

I'm trapped.

My intense thoughts are interrupted from a loud cry of agony. 

My older brother.

They were done with me, but now they moved on to my brother.

I quickly pull on a shirt to cover my bare chest and run out of the bathroom.

I run to where the cries and screams are coming from; their bedroom.

I try to open the door, but to no avail; it's locked.

I continue to pound on the door in a weak attempt to save my brother from further harm, but it's no use. My weak frail body is no match for the locks and bolts on the door.

He's trapped too.

I let out painful pleading cries as I try to get the monsters to stop attacking my brother, but my voice is failing me and the only sound that is protruding through my dry cracked lips is the sound of a dying animal.

I've got to get out of here.

I leave from the spot I was kneeling in; in front of their door, and get up to go to my bedroom.

I lift up my mattress and grab the little amount of money I have saved up.

I grab the cool change and put it in the back of my jean pocket.

I search through the mess on my floor for something decent to where outside.

Once I find a decent shirt that only has one stain on it, one that isn't blood, I pull it on, the fabric covering my colourful skin.

I go to my worn down dresser and pick up the only makeup product I have; concealer. 

I look in the mirror to see if there is anything that screams 'abuse' that needs to be covered up.

Normally they don't touch my face, so that if I do go out no one would be suspicious of what they're doing, but sometimes they get out of hand, and can't help themselves.