A girl that has been abused finds a way to et rid of the hurt and pain, and finds happiness.

I looked in the mirror and relised, I was no longer the fun happy chilld that i once was, I am now a sad, lonely echo of myself. I look down and absentmindedly stroked the scars on my left arm. What had he done to me? He made me a hollow shell, I cant think anymore. What my step-father had done scarred me mentally, I always thought that it was my fault about what happend. He hurt me, and I hope he burns in the very depths of hell. Then for the first time I knew what  should do.

I pulled on a long sleeved cardigan and wallked slowy downstairs "Good morning darling" my mother said sweetly, she knew nothing, "Hi mum" I said then I sat down and lent on the table. "Good morning Eliza". Ugh he  made  me sick to my stomach, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. I ignored him, grabbed my notebook, ran up to my room and locked the door behind me.

The first thing that I did was pack my bag, All I needed was a few clothes, and a few items of food. I needed to get away. To leave this pain and hurt. To be happy.

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