If you were in a car accident, would you survive, or would you live...?
No one knows, but God.
December 20. I was about to turn 13, but while going to the Skating Rink to celebrate with friends, I got in a car accident. When I recovered, my memory had been erased. My father and I survived, but it was unfortunate for my mother and little sister. It was too painful for father, and he doesn't want me to remember, so we move to New York to live a new life, and never to come across the path ever again.
3 yeas later...
I'm about to turn 16, when I get a flashback....
The car accident. In the dream, I dreamed of waking up in the car full of blood and seeing my little sister dead next to mother. All this time, my father assured me my happiness, but I always took the advantage of being this happy teenager. I had no idea what he felt, yet alone the pain and misery. My father had been lying to me, but was I going to forgive him because I was pity of him or myself?
[BWWM]
I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart.
My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss.
The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place.
In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded.
I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me.
I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living.
I had hit rock bottom.
The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone.
Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness.
She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline.
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● Warnings ⚠️
~ Mention of suicide
~ Anxiety attacks
~ Rape attempt
~ Mention of self-harm
~ Depression