Silence Echoes

Trauma ain't pretty, no one ever said it was, Rael shouldn't think so either. But does it make sense that she thinks it does? Yeah, it has to.

Her mind takes her back to the bubbly girl she once was when her mother used to breathe God's air.The thought that she once was like a barbie girl makes her sick to her stomach. She'd thrown up a couple of times already. She was aware she wasn't a sweet girl,not by a long shot. Not when she made it alive, not when she still has the sweet taste of revenge on her tongue. Not when she really has nothing and no one to lose.

"That's the thing about trauma, no one ever admits it, until it shows. I'd be damned if I ever let it go. So do I say I have a past trauma? Hell no. Ain't no such thing as that. I got no trauma, none at all, I'm just...you know, like the others, I just have it bad and I've accepted it. I refuse to heal from it, dammit I refuse! I just have to wait it out..." Rael breaths out, her gaze fixed onto the turning doorknob. She knows it's inevitable, she's been caught, she fucked up. Her screw up is now happily biting her in the ass.

The red malicious eyes of her father come into view, the heavenly light behind his back convincing her he is an angel,sent to fix her screw up. I mean, that is what angels do right? But that light isn't heavenly, not when her eyes zero in on the bat in his hand and his lit phone in the other.

She stiffens, slowly getting up before two steps lead the man to where she is, and he bitch slaps her. She'd become dizzy if she wasn't so used to it.

"You're going back!" he shouts.

Rael knows there is no way she'll make it out this time. The first time was definitely a fluke... But oddly, her fuck up brings a smile to her face. She can already imagine how hysterical she would get when she goes back. It feels her with a dangerous longing to see her blood again....