The Final Night
ear and dread ran through her mind as she remembered the dreadful events of moments before.
She was a young girl, no older then 17 in appearance, but in mind her thoughts surpassed the oldest man.
Moving a piece of her golden light brown hair away from her face, she sat on the cold, wet
sidewalk, unable to stand anymore. She cried. Her tears fell faster then the rain around her. She looked
down at her tiny cold hands. Her wrists still bruised from where her father had grabbed her days before.
She wore a ring, much too big for her minute fingers. It belonged to her grandmother. The wonderful
grandmother she had always ran to when she needed to escape the pains and horrors of her life. She had
always smiled and wrapped her in her arms. She constantly told her everything would be all right, but by
the tears in her eyes you could tell she knew better.
This time her grandmother wasn�t there to save her. She was alone. It was at her grandmother�s funeral that the last brick was removed and the walls come crashing down upon her. Her grandmothers letters were one of the few things she had taken with her in her old, lime green suitcase. Always packed and ready to go, she took her whole life in that tiny suitcase. She was reluctant to take any clothes or food with her like an ordinary girl would. She took only the priceless treasures she possessed. Her journal, letters, a bible, and a picture of her young, loving parents at their wedding day, it was the only time she could remember seeing them together, smiling.
She thought of her mom now, wishing she could have come with her. Many times she had suggested of leaving and going somewhere safe. She never understood why her mother always believed things would get better, they only seemed to get worse. She said she loved him even when he was in the arms of another woman, right in front of her. This is something she would never understand.
She saw the headlights coming towards her. She knew them. Every instinct in her body told her to get up and run. She was too weak, she hurt too much. She let him throw her into the car. He was filled with rage. He yelled and screamed, she could hear him, but she just gazed out the window, lost in her mind. She thought he might kill her but she wasn�t afraid, she wanted him to. She was tired of living in fear and this thing she called her life.
They pulled into the driveway. He stepped out and slammed the door behind him. He quickly came and opened her door. He shouted something, she didn�t hear him.
�Damn it girl why don�t you answer me!� He pulled her out of the car. She was scared now.
Her lips quivered and she said as if she were a little girl, �Daddy, please no.�
She realized she had her eyes closed. She opened them. She saw the white walls and heard the small beeps coming from the machines around her, she knew she was in the hospital. Someone was holding her hand.
�How�s the sleeping beauty?� She looked up to see a tall young man leaning over her bed.
�Don�t worry,� he said, �he�ll never hurt you again.�
Looking into this strangers eyes, she felt very secure and believed his comforting words. He smiled down at her and she flashed him back the unfamiliar expression. She slowly let out a long sigh and closed her tired, sore eyes. She was able to sleep now, peacefully.
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