Little Voice
You know that little voice inside me that told me to shut up and take it and not to fight back? Yes Yeah, that voice! “And that was how it ended. I saw it. I saw it with my own two eyes. I watched them fail to revive my lifeless body. So Cold. So Clammy. No heart beat. No more blood pumping through my veins. No more oxygen left for me to breathe. Don’t they understand? I was bruised and broken. I had to do it. I just had to do it. I had no other way to escape. Then I woke up; fear coursing through my veins. It was just a dream. Gasping for air; I could barely breathe. It was just a nightmare. But standing there watching them carry out my lifeless body in that body bag; I began to grieve for me. For a childhood lost. For a life filled with struggle and doubt. For not being brave enough, or powerful enough or fierce enough, to have found another way out. Into that ambulance, my body went. No sirens; only silence surrounded me now. They didn’t need the sirens; I was gone.”
Alex’s Ink.