There's no way it's true. . . It can't be true.
I grab the little white stick before rushing for the bathroom door, flinging it open. Ivory is stood on the other side, her eyes wide as she takes in my terrified expression. She doesn't have to ask me the question because my face already gives her the answer.
Do you ever feel yourself float away from your physical body in order to protect yourself?Do you ever experience pain so fresh, it feels like your entire body is ignited in flames?Do you ever sit back and question why? Why me?
Walking home reluctantly, I turn the corner and take the chance to study our house. It isn't ahomeanymore. The front garden once full of beautiful blooming flowers that my father cherished is now strewn with rubbish and litter. I turn the key into the door and slowly push it open, trying to stop the annoying creak. The last thing I want is to wake the monster.I know Trevor will be fast asleep in the living room by now. . . he has the same routine every day. I can hear his h
Whenever Trevor leaves for work early, my morning starts off amazing. I wake up without feeling like I need to watch over my shoulder. I don't have to walk on tip-toes or silently wish he doesn't hurt me right before college. This morning I take my time getting ready with a faint smile on my lips.I often wonder when I'm smiling whether I'mallowedto with the thoughts swirling round in my head.How can I appear happy when in reality I'm miserable?I've always prided myself in my smi
I sit on my bed and sigh, running my hands through my wild hair. I barely slept a wink, my entire sleep was plagued with nightmares. The sun is now beginning to rise, sending a small amount of light peeking through my curtains. The light bounces off the walls, creating an iridescent glow of golds.I close my eyes and lean back against the wall, enjoying the silence and peace the morning has to offer. The air is always so crisp and fresh, almost as if the world is offering me a clean slate every single day. My thoughts drift to the encounter with Jake yesterday.
Mum knocks on my bedroom door for the millionth time and I groan, rolling over in my sleep."Emily, you've got half an hour to be up and ready!" She yells through the crack in the door. I hear her footsteps grow fainter as she walks back down the stairs."Screw you." I mutter, flipping a finger
I'm completely drenched with rain, head to toe.My hair is soaking wet and clings to my forehead unattractively as I run under some shelter. I squint my eyes and look around to take advantage of someone with an umbrella.No luck. I sigh and mentally prepare myself to make a sprint for the college doors.
I stop off at the local chemist after college and look around the shelves for something to ease the pain in my stomach. I desperately need something to numb the agony. I'm still dressed in Jake's clothes, my own still damp inside my bag."Can I help you?" A voice asks, directing the question at me. I snap out of my little daze and turn to face a worker in her early forties, smiling at me.
Light streams in through the window, settling around me like a protective halo. My eyes slowly flutter open and I groan, squeezing them shut tightly. The sunlight is too bright for my sensitive vision. My eyes sting and I can barely keep them open for any longer than a few seconds.I listen out carefully for any noise, my body shaking in fear. Silence surrounds me, the feeling of loneliness hitting me like a ton of bricks.