As I walk across this rocky street, I kick pebbles along the way. Something tells me I'm not alone. The wind kisses my back and burns my neck as I shiver. I'm not sure if I'm afraid or sad, but I think it's in a mix somewhere. I still see his face. I run my hands across my scarred arms and sigh.
I can still feel the slaps and the punches. The kicks and the burns. The unending pain that filled my body. He won't stop haunting my dreams. My nightmares. My life.
I hear singing in a distance. The beautiful melody fills the air. I want to go to her. I run across the road, which now feels soft and silky. A girl appears. She has red, wavy hair that surrounds her head like a halo. Her dress has a sweetheart top and ends at the floor. She waves me forward, and I comply.
She now stands in front of me. Her eyes are chocolate brown with flecks of caramel. They are so memorizing, and I feel lost in them.
"I'm Zoey," says a voice that must've came from an angel.
"Mike," I reply. She smiles, not showing her teeth. She grabs my rough hands and runs her smooth fingers across mine.
We run hand-in-hand across the street, passing all my memories I locked away. When my father comes home angry, beer in hand. When my disorder started to form. They all seem so distant now. Zoey stops. I feel confused.
She then presses her lips to mine. Her tastes like hazelnut, and I melt. Maybe my dreams can get better.