Chapter 2: Meeting her
When I came downstairs, I saw broken glass on the kitchen floor and my shaken mother.
She used to be so beautiful- that was before my father. She thought she loved him, so she married him. And that was the same reason she stayed with him at first. Then, it came clear it was because she didn't have a choice: she had given up. On life. On love. On her family. On me. She looked exactly like me, with her black hair and almost black eye color, but with a darker, duller look in her eyes. She hasn't been herself in years: she used to be happy.
She was shaking so much, I had to help her get off the floor, but she wouldn't move- she just sat there, staring at the ceiling, and violently shaking. I didn't know what to do- I knew I had to get her out of there and cleaned up before she cut herself more on the broken class.
She finally stopped shaking and I was able to get her up and to my bed. I dragged her to my bed and cleaned her up a bit, putting some bandages on her. I then went back down the stairs to clean up the glass.
"What do you think your doing? Where's your mother?" my father yelled, drunkenly.
I didn't know what to do- I got scared. It was a fight or flight response, which normally never happened- and I chose flight. I ran. Out the door and down the block. And I kept running and I didn't stop until I was at the park and I knew he hadn't followed me.
I hid behind the bushes and started breathing heavily. I can't believe what I just did. I was shocked. I sat there and just started rocking, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Oh no. He's gonna kill her. He's gonna hurt her. What have I done? How could I be so selfish?
I couldn't help it: I broke down. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the tears fall down. My shoulders shook with my sobs and I couldn't stop- I was sobbing uncontrollably.
Then I saw her. Through the bushes. She was with another girl with brown hair, but she was all I could see. Her fiery red hair and gorgeous emerald eyes. I could stare at her all day, but I knew I shouldn't, so I looked away. I turned back just for a second and saw her playing on the swings with her sister- she looked happy. I wish I could say the same.
Author's note: Ok, so I think I'm going to do two chapters at a time. Please review.