A TROUBLED SURVIVOR, A TREANDING DESIRE

owhere to leave when she was eleven without an explanation but rather a mystical conclusion he got from his father's story. Leaving them c

a way out of the earth. She found her and sports, she trained and became the best in her whole school, including the boy's team. She was unstoppable. The only things that made her

ewolf's movies but that day she stopped. She started hating anythin

of her was happy she was back in her dreams, and she didn't care if she didn't exist, in fact it's what she though

ed her darkness back to its hole. Her relationship with her mother stayed as is un

ne's

urged myself to sleep but it was no use. The thoughts buried down my mind were haunting me the same wa

a sin please forgive me for I have no heart nor strength to

my toes curl. I laughed silen

g to skin me alive

f pain that was trying to engulf me. I

uttered to me like sirens. What if they wer

ushed to the core I'm sure' I churned

ooked at my chest that had been pounding but nothing, no

engulf

we go

I silently cried wondering

I'm rea

s something I could not fathom, and they happen

pain sweeping away giving me breath again. Signin

t was rea

amed to no on

ful night I seek from you, just one good night from being haunted by the past' I

. I mean my life is so fucked up my mom literary calls me darkens and demon in her sleep. Wait why does sh

d been asking myself from the day my father disappeared; that was the day my mother

disapproving the thoughts

I thought sadly as I tried to remove all thoughts about my mother. I mean there were all bad and it gave me grief so yes I had to stop tormenting mysel

d as I continued

hing on me like a hurricane as I went down memor

EARS A

It was too quiet, it worried me. I touched the door knob slowly

to the house worried somethi

the kitchen, only to find my mother singing in a high pitched voice, silently crying. I looked

ething?' I thought ang

's sake. I mean she was happy with him, or she just

beats you almost every week, treats you like shit and threatens your

ssing the groan evoked in my chest I looked at my mother worryingly but

retarded person?" she questioned

ones that deserve them, a little more to the left I

m..." giving Michael a deadliest look, showing him I

or its disgraceful effect, but if she hit you hard enough I'm sure your mother which in this case is her, felt it too. I turned to her, giving her a hurtful look but only to

went to my room but not before Michael grabbed my hand. He always wanted to have the last word, an upper hand I called it. I jerked it back for

n, Da

ir' I left them as I con

o call me such weird meaningless names' I dr

t and disappointment that was slowly fading with my giving up. I wanted to do something but it was pointless. My head was spinning, I tried to shut down my emotions, a defense mechanism I

ot worth it?' I wondered hatin

lopped down I seethed knowing very well who did it, I stood up ready to pounce but Michael bit me to it. He hit me

hat Michael was doing to me at that moment. I was disappointed in her. I wanted to sc

her. Why can't I just let someone else carry her burdens for me?' I wanted so bad n

d hit m

cried with pain as he hit me hard on my arm making it n

house of God" she burst

ppointed at her. I touched where she hit me and looked at her again. My eyes were a bit stingy I wanted to cry. Not because

of God?' I mean I

o hung up on each other they were motivated by obliviousness and stupidity it was saddening for an elder, especially to people I was su

express it, and Michael angry but not angry enough to be hitting her but me

to leave to her room as she shook her head and left m

ed in her room, then back at Michael with the most threatening look I could muster. In as much as I didn't mind their doing

after hearing the endeavors of me and Michael. Well not the whole story, but the part where I beat him up. I mean what was she thinking, that I would remain a child forever? I was so embarrassed and had so much hat

ng up to the real truth' I thought remembering some of h

ound the table. I looked at my mother who was ba

I mean there was practic

othing. He was kind of scared but he got the advantage every time my mother was around, he would continue his assault and extend it to my mother. He was about to grab my neck and I couldn't stop him, or maybe I was going to stop hi

up, when my mother came that day after me beating Michael, she found

for Michael only now! Tal

laying their sick game. That day I was tired from training, coach had been hard on us, so I was definitely not in

iscipline' I thought as I looked at him up

lthough it took five years of Michaels devil schemes, I had decided to join karate and

ring that time I was proud of the person I had

ry of Michael' I thought fixin

ning but it was better, I could fight him off and sometimes I was able to stop him, with the help of my mother being around of course.

rupitized myself from time to time whe

as my mind went further down memory lane, I did not want to