"To survive is to breathe just for the sake of it."
*Flashback:*
"How dare you raise your voice being a woman?! Didn't your pathetic excuse of a mother teach you that?!."
*THUD*
I saw my mother holding her head down, clutching her stomach, hugging herself in pain.
"Stop let go of her! She's your fucking daughter for heaven's sake! Stop hitting her like she's a Lil girl. She has her kids to protect her you piece of trash! Don't you EVER raise your filthy hands on her! Because next time I won't hesitate to lose control."
I took my mother to our room and laid her down, applied medicines on her bruises, and sat there still for hours and hours until I could get rid of the image of mom getting hit.
I whisper to her, " I told you, mom! I told you we shouldn't have come here to look after him! But no you just had to prove it to him that you were his perfect daughter! Why don't you for once listen to me, mom? Why? Had you listened this wouldn't have happened!."
As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. The muffled sobs wracked against my chest. The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was gone. The last painful emotion slammed against me before I lost the feeling of feeling. Everything darkened into nothingness as I passed into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
The next day morning I walked for hours and hours not knowing where I was going in an attempt to clear my head.
My cell phone started ringing for the nth time and I just stood there falling into the arms of nature tired and dizzy.
*End of flashback*
The memory of that day was still a blur in my head. The most ironic part was that no matter how much blurred the whole scene is, the pain I felt that day was still the same in my heart.
Funny how my brain works yea?.
"Emma? Emma? You there?"
"Omg JOEY JOEY WHERE ARE YOU?! IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!"
My heartbeat started to pace up and I felt a heavy object on my chest, although I wanted to respond to them I just couldn't.
"Babe c'mon you can do it! Please breathe in! Breathe out! Babe, please stay with me."
Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'll update a huge chapter tomorrow! Until then bye!
Heart heart,
Anjali 💙
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