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The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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I swam up as hard as I could, but the strong underwater current pulls me deeper. Fragments sliced through my arm, torso, and leg. It hurts, but equates nothing to the pain the people around me gave. I grew tired of fighting, reaching my peak. I will not make it. As I ran out of air, I coughed and succumbed to the waters. I once had a life parallel to this. How I was there slowly sinking to the bottom. This must be it. I never realized how solitary I was until a chaotic fusion of excruciating nostalgia overtakes my thoughts.

“I love you, Sofia.” Brian confesses and my heart aches.

My mother’s voice screamed, “¡Niña ingrata! I did not raise you to be this stupid!”

“You ungrateful wench! You owe me everything!” Conrad berated me.

“You bring disgrace to this family! Have some shame on your skin!” My mother adds and continues, “YOU ARE ABNORMAL!”

I cried a lot. Their voices are deafening. Stop it. I can’t…

“What do I want? Simple. Your land and you out of Gona!” Damian laughs wickedly.

Let go of me!

“Sofia, help us! Sofia! We need you! Sofia!” voices called out.

Stop! Please…? Stop!

I begged the voices to stop but I only sunk deeper. I looked around and saw her. “Sena? Sena?!” I called out, no response. I took her by the arm and she looked at me in the eye before saying, “You’re a fool for loving me. I can’t be with you.” My heart and soul shattered into a billion pieces. “Am I not enough?” I asked her.

“You were never enough. You never will be.”

YOU WERE NEVER ENOUGH. YOU NEVER WILL BE. Her voice resounded in my head like a broken record. Shards of sharp glass pierced through my ailing heart. As if she was not happy enough, she went on and sent my ego ablaze with the fires of hell to torture me further. The only person I have truly ever loved.

Abandoned. I am abandoned.

I beg you, please stop?! I can’t do this… I can’t…

I begged at the voices in my head but they just all laughed. They all laughed at me. HARD.

ENOUGH!!!

Leave me alone! Leave me alone.

I broke apart and cried, but my tears do not spill to the seas I am within. How odd that I once dreamed of crossing you yet, here I am sinking to your deepest depths.

It’s silent here and I love it. The familiar quietness in these depths calm my mutilated soul. I belong here, away from the nightmare of a life I have. I often asked myself, “Why have I been brought to this world in the first place?” Sh*t. My life had been nothing but fresh re-starts. Every time I had a breakthrough, everything falls apart too. I am one of those lost souls who has yet to reach the happy ending everyone’s been longing for. Who would have thought I’d die just like this? I scoff and hold out my hand up to the moon. My ever-radiant moon. I never thought I’d appreciate her this far. Her fullness glows dimmer as I go deeper into this abyss. F*ck. The harder I go on, the dimmer the light at the end seems.

I fought the urge to close my eyes, but I have no power left. I succumb. The wails of the souls that play on repeat in my head drown me. It’s fascinating how I’ve never heard the Lord’s prayer being sung in different languages with such menacing harmony. My eyes shut, yet I see carcasses of different sizes and colors flying in all directions. The darkest hours and thoughts rewind as loud echoes of whirring sounds magnify the agony that cracks the peace.

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