I stare up at my ceiling, waiting for morning to be here. I looked over at my alarm clock, sighing in defeat when it read 1:38. Just 3 more hours until I should be up. Plugging my earbuds in, I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me in a violent wave.
I yawned for the 50th time that morning, triple checking that I had everything for work which was in an hour. I'm prone to forgetting things and remembering them at the last minute. My mom was storming around the kitchen yelling at my sister for sneaking out again, as she usually does. You could say I was used to it. All the constant yelling and screaming.
The crushing feeling of anxiety that made my body shake and heart stop, the paralyzing fear of being noticed by my mother and being hit, and the thoughts that tell me life would be better if I wasn't here anymore.
But now, I had a goal that I could work towards. A goal that gave me a reason to keep fighting against this cruel world. I wanted to become a singer, so that my songs could help people in my situation of being abused, both emotionally and physically. That's what saved my sanity in this life or terror and hurt. My music blocked out the screaming and filled me with a passion. It helped me take my mind off the pain my mother afflicted on me. It gave me a reason to keep living, otherwise, I would have committed suicide a long time ago.
But enough of that, I have to get to work.
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Just Another Star
Short Story⚠Abuse/suicide/death⚠ My life sucks...my mother abuses me, my sister is reckless, and my best friend is the only one to keep me alive. That is until I found my goal in life. I want to become a singer. Music saved my sanity. When my parents were scre...
