Running from my curfew

Sprinting was all i could do, I ran like a bullet, pulled by my own frustrations and bitter hatred for the wounding reality I was unfortunately delt. My phone rang constantly like a never ending reminder that it was my fault. I pased left and right through every alley way searching for my salvation, but it never came. Street lights and cars guided me through the blistering, coldness of the night as my exhausted body tried to keep up with my damaged heart. I wish life could be how it used to be.

Flashback (1)- I was 7 years of age, innocent thing I was. The park was empty and their was only us and our voices that echoed within the soft silky winds that cradled our presence with a heavenly touch. The suns warm embrace glistened of the pre existing puddles like a million shinning jewels, it was irresistible to not indulge. Mother and father walked behind me holding hands as I ate my ice cream, stumbling along the pavement without a care or worry in the world. I was happier back then...

Flashback (2)- Mothers sick, she had been diagnosed with stage four lung cancer and all I could do was to be in her presence to comfort her during the last days she had left with us. I holded my mothers frale and delicate hand as she lyed in her death bed, it was late and the hospital was quiet, the sounds of the heart monitor and her heavy breathing was almost unbearable to take, I tried to hold back the tears. Mother looked into my eyes and whispered to me "I love you son" no words could describe how much I wanted everything to go back how it used to be.

Tears quickly urrupted, I wanted her back and I knew it was impossible, "mum! Please mum! Please come back!" I stopped to reassure myself that I was making the right decision, i stopped and looked into the stars for a while "I'm sorry mum, but we will be together soon".

Flashback (3)- it's been 2 months since mother passed, father's changed tremendously. I came home late one night, father had been drinking (alot), he screamed and shouted at me "ITS YOUR FAULT WHY IM LIKE THIS!, ITS YOUR FAULT THAT YOUR MOTHERS DEAD!". I felt the wrath of my fathers hand that day, I begged him to stop but as much as I pleaded, my father was to far gone. Often ide go into school with bruises and black eyes, somedays I wished it was all over, perhaps ide be happier wherever mum went. their was nothing I could do... except run away, Father cursed the day I was born as I ran out the door, I heard him stand up as I slammed the door shut "COME HERE BOY!"

Sprinting was all i could do, I ran like a bullet, pulled by my own frustrations and bitter hatred for the wounding reality I was unfortunately delt. My phone rang constantly like a never ending reminder that it was my fault. I pased left and right through every alley way searching for my salvation, but it never came. Street lights and cars guided me through the blistering, coldness of the night as my exhausted body tried to keep up with my damaged heart. I wish life could be how it used to be. Tears quickly urrupted, I wanted her back and I knew it was impossible, "mum! Please mum! Please come back!" I stopped to reassure myself that I was making the right decision, i gazed into the stars for a while "I'm sorry mum, but we will be together soon".

I put one leg over the iron railing, I didn't look down, I counted to 3 and jumped... I jumped of the bridge.