Chapter 1
Chapter one
“Now you lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. Wake me with your morning lights……” I pray as a drift off to sleep wondering what tomorrow holds.
“Sarah, eat all the food off your plate. Stop being fucking ungrateful” my step father, Jasin, yells through the house. After knowing tomatoes are basically my worst nightmare. I know he purposefully put them on my plate. He just likes to have a reason to yell.
“I don’t like tomatoes, dad” I reply hoping he’ll be in a better mood than he was yesterday. “Eat it or you know what happens.”.
I take a bite out of the tomato, instantly getting up and running to the bathroom to throw up. Jasin grabs my hair and yells at me to go run laps once I am done.
It’s 8pm, dark, and I was sobbing.
I do my best, but as I round the rose bush I see Jasin running after me. He yells “If I fucking catch up to you. You’re going to be in trouble”.
Sobbing while I run my heart out. He fastly catches me. I feel a slap across my cheek. He slapped me. Blood instantly pours out of my nose and I hear my mother yelling from the other side of the house. She hadn’t noticed where we were but was yelling to figure it out.
Jasin grabs me by my hair and drags me to the side of the pool to try and get the blood off that was currently pouring all down my face all on my clothes.
My mother finally reaches us. Asking what happened and why we were outside, she starts getting angry and fussing at Jason. “Why is she outside at 8pm running laps. She’s 7 years old Jason. She’s scared of the fucking dark.”
Jason and mom start screaming outside while I try to go find my older sister, Sky.
Sobbing and bleeding I find her. “Are they fighting again?she ask.
“Y-ye-yeah, it’s all my fault” I reply as I feel myself breaking down even more.
That night my mother took my sister and I for what seemed like the hundredth time to my families house to spend the night. She claimed that night we’d never go back and that we’d be safe. Knowing she’d go back the next week.
It was always like that though. It was like everyday was on repeat.
Go to school, get bullied, come home, get yelled at, smacked, and then run away. Just to come back to a home where love doesn’t exist.
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“Beep” “beep” “beep” “beep” my alarm went off for what seemed like forever.
“Fuck I don’t want to go to school”. Jumping out of bed to get ready. I was dreading today. First day of Sophomore year of high school.
I can already tell it’s going to be a terrible day just by my dreams from last night. Those dreams just seem to be on repeat. Reminding me of who I used to be. Every. Single. Night.
When will it get easier?
