Emma's P.O.V~
I walk out of the sliding patio doors feeling the cold wind brush my face making my tear struck cheeks feel cool, I wipe my cheeks with shaky bruised hands, I continue to walk father and farther from the hell hole this man calls his home, It felt so much better out here, less humid and musky, the cool breeze engulfing my bare arms, the sent of fresh wind and trees filling my nose, you could almost forget that all hell broke loose around you, each step i took i felt the cold concrete touch my bare feet and i could almost hear the birds in the trees over the sound of whistling wind passing my ears and making my hair move. I felt like this wasn't real, the sun was out no sign of anyone, just grass, trees ,and mystery lie in front of me and i was ready to explore, i felt like i was in a dream, it all seemed perfect, i was only fixated on what was in front of me, not what was behind. But i kept feeling like hands were holding me back, stripping me of the perfectness that is playing itself right in front of me, i felt like i couldn't leave,i knew what i wanted and it was right here all i had to do was run, run and be over with everything these past days have given me but i couldn't get my legs to do it, they refused, i felt like i was fenced in i could only turn around and walk back through the gates of hell, there was no way to escape this, i knew what was going to happen if i turned around but i had no other choice, i could only go back, not left right or as i wanted forward, i felt like i was being teased. I was being showed what i wanted but it was just out of my reach and i knew they weren't going to give it to me, the back of my throat burned, ached for a scream, one i wasn't going to give, this was all so vulgar, i felt like a child being tormented with candy but never given some, it was all at the tips of my fingers but i wasn't close enough to really touch it before being pulled back into a nightmare, one that was almost impossible to wake up from.
