White.
It's the most innocent color compared to the rest. You wear a white dress as you walk down the isle, symbolizing your innocence before you tie the knot.
You wear a white outfit when you're taking your first baby photo and it symbolizes your purity. It's supposed to be the most innocent color of them all, but it isn't.
White is the most guiltiest color when you really think about it. All of the colors that make up white aren't pure or innocent.
White is the dirtiest color in reality.
My old clothes mostly consisted of white, but now my clothes only consist of black and dark colors. Well my closet back home consisted of that, but now I'm here against my will.
I don't need help, the last thing I need is help. What I need is love and compassion, but for the past 3 months the only way my parents feel towards me is disappointment.
When I woke up I was in a hospital bed with an IV hooked up to me and my hand was cuffed to the bed. If I weren't hand-cuffed to this bed I would have been out of this hell hole 20 minutes ago.
The cover that keeps me from seeing others rustles and a nurse walks in wearing an all white outfit.
Talk about irony.
She takes my heart pressure and asks how I'm doing; I just ignore her. Angie, as her name tag says, tells me that food would be here soon. She then leaves.
She acted normal when I didn't reply, but she's probably used to it, working in a rehab center and all.
Flashback
I'm shoved up against a wall and pain shoots through my back. I try to wiggle away but Cody throws my arms above my head and roughly pulls my hair. I've done this so many times before but now every time he touches me I get an icky feeling throughout my body and shudder.
He throws me onto the bed and I yell in terror. As soon as I scream he shoves his hand over my mouth. I close my eyes hoping that everything goes away and I could just cry in the corner.
I refuse to open my eyes and I have to use my other senses to figure a way out; but I know there isn't. My ears catch the noise of a zipper and a single tear rolls down my face. All of the alcohol and drugs in my system don't help with the pain that comes next.
As soon as he is done and his weight is lifted off of me, I jump up and run as fast as my long legs will take me. Right as I get out of the bedroom door I bump into someone, they apologize quickly and ask if I'm okay. I only whimper in response and run the other direction. I hear something calling after me but I ignore it and grab my keys that are on the hook by the front door. I jump into my car and rev up the engine and speed away.
I don't stop driving until I run out of gas and pull off to the side of the road. I feel numb and cold and lifeless. This is what my life has succumb to.
A life where I don't feel safe or comfortable with myself.
A life where even I don't even know myself anymore. This disappointing thought clouds my brain and covers all other senses and feelings.
I never thought I would get to this point. This point of no return. But now that I'm here I can't help but think, "Did I deserve this?"
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I figured I would update early before I forgot. So here's the second chapter!!! Thanks for reading! Vote and comment; pretty please with a cherry on top!! *insert cute pouty face* lol
~Cam
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Innocence
Romance"It's sad to think that people can cause cuts to themselves, but it hurts even more to know that humans could cause cuts on people who didn't want to be bleeding in the first place."-Innocence Charlotte has lived her whole life in simplicity with th...
