Behind All The Dark

MY HANDS ACHED AS THE COLD WIND SHOWED NO MERCY TO ME AS I WALKED DOWN THE DINGY STREETS AT THIS ELEVENTH HOUR OF DARK AND MADNESS. I WAS SCARED; I WANTED TO RUN, TO HIDE, TO SCREAM. BUT I COULDN’T. I COULDN’T TAKE THE RISK OF ATTRACTING ANY KIND OF ATTENTION . GOOD OR BAD.
I KEPT MY HEAD LOW AND MY EARS SHUT TO WHATEVER THAT WAS HAPPENING HERE. ALL I WANTED WAS TO SURVIVE. SURVIVE FOR MYSELF. I’D ALREADY LOST MY OTHER REASON TO LIVE THIS NIGHT. BUT ULTIMATELY IT ALL GAVE ME THE STRENGTH TO ACT AGAINST MY ABUSIVE STEP MOTHER AND HIS ASSHOLE OF A BOYFRIEND.

I FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT ME, I’M NICOLE BUT I PREFER BEING CALLED NIKKI. I’M 18 YEAR OLD TEENAGER WHICH NEVER HAD A NORMAL TEENAGE LIFE. AND I JUST RAN AWAY FROM HOME. WHICH WASN’T MUCH OF A HOME ANYWAYS.

I BREATHENED AND SMELLED MY FREEDOM. I KNEW IT WOULDN’T BE MUCH TO SURVIVE. BUT IT WAS ALL THAT I NEEDED IN THIS MOMENT. SCRATCH IT, ALL THAT I NEEDED IN THE PREVIOUS MOMENT.

NOW ALL THAT I NEEDED TO DO WAS RUN.