Getting Away

Getting Away

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 6, 2016
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I was sitting on a chair infront of a television sipping coffee, slowly. The room was a little bit crowded. I turned my head towards the window to see a bird perching on a branch to approach it's nest. I noticed its family in the nest waiting for him to reach them. The bird had me zoned but soon enough I was disturbed when someone changed the t.v channel behind from me. He kept changing until he found an interesting channel which probably a news channel because I heard a reporter mentioning the word Taliban. That single word reminded of my past and awful sins. It was many decades ago, in 1987 and it's memories still haunted me through nightmares. It reminded me of my friend whom I threw away like garbage before starting a new life here in Alaska. I was so used to see them in my dreams smiling at me like I didn't do anything, like I was innocent. These nightmare scared me and wouldn't let me find peace.
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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