Sixteen years of grotesque memories and horrid dreams. My life was like a line of dominoes. Once one experience came toppling down, thee rest were soon to follow.
My dark brown hair carelessly rested on my shoulders and my back pressed up against the school hallway walls. My hands searched for something to grab onto, but found nothing and I slowly slid down to thee cold ceramic tiles of thee unforgiving floor just as thee bell rang and students rushed out of classrooms, down thee hallways, scrambling to their next class.
"Alyssa?" I could hear a familiar voice clearly through the chaos of the other students, and my bloodshot eyes quickly opened wide.
Kate stood before me, the look on her face showing her worry and discontent. I could see in her eyes that she was scared and worried. She gazed down at the scars that cut across my forearms, bruises and dark spots scattered across my face, and the cigarette burns on my neck and hands. Some were fresh from last night, but others were scars that would never fade away. There were some I would be forced to take to the grave.
Today was a special day. It was my sixteenth birthday. I was celebrating sixteen years of torture and pain and grief.
"You look horrible. C'mon, get up. Let's get you out of here." She grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet, and I wobbled out the school building behind her slowly as she cleared the path to the exit. I suddenly found myself standing in the street. We sat down on a bench by the basketball courts only two and a half blocks down from the school. Outside was warm and sunny. Birds chirped in the treetops and the locals busily went about their ways in the city.
"He did this to you, didn't he?" Kate asked. She may have been my best friend, but some things were better left unsaid. I nodded slowly, and I could feel her anxiety quickly turn into anger. I could feel her heart racing and she face flush pink.
"Why?" She finally asked, "Why would he do this?" I could feel her anger boiling up inside, and I watched as tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
"Why the hell would he do this? He's you father!" I could feel her rage exploding. She was infuriated. Disgusted.
I closed my eyes and heard his voice in my head, "Happy birthday Alyssa," he said, grabbing my neck once again.
My dark brown hair carelessly rested on my shoulders and my back pressed up against the school hallway walls. My hands searched for something to grab onto, but found nothing and I slowly slid down to thee cold ceramic tiles of thee unforgiving floor just as thee bell rang and students rushed out of classrooms, down thee hallways, scrambling to their next class.
"Alyssa?" I could hear a familiar voice clearly through the chaos of the other students, and my bloodshot eyes quickly opened wide.
Kate stood before me, the look on her face showing her worry and discontent. I could see in her eyes that she was scared and worried. She gazed down at the scars that cut across my forearms, bruises and dark spots scattered across my face, and the cigarette burns on my neck and hands. Some were fresh from last night, but others were scars that would never fade away. There were some I would be forced to take to the grave.
Today was a special day. It was my sixteenth birthday. I was celebrating sixteen years of torture and pain and grief.
"You look horrible. C'mon, get up. Let's get you out of here." She grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet, and I wobbled out the school building behind her slowly as she cleared the path to the exit. I suddenly found myself standing in the street. We sat down on a bench by the basketball courts only two and a half blocks down from the school. Outside was warm and sunny. Birds chirped in the treetops and the locals busily went about their ways in the city.
"He did this to you, didn't he?" Kate asked. She may have been my best friend, but some things were better left unsaid. I nodded slowly, and I could feel her anxiety quickly turn into anger. I could feel her heart racing and she face flush pink.
"Why?" She finally asked, "Why would he do this?" I could feel her anger boiling up inside, and I watched as tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
"Why the hell would he do this? He's you father!" I could feel her rage exploding. She was infuriated. Disgusted.
I closed my eyes and heard his voice in my head, "Happy birthday Alyssa," he said, grabbing my neck once again.
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