Forty Two

Melody's POV:

Pain.

Shards of glass piercing through my chest. It felt like my soul was tearing apart in pieces. Not because I was dying. I didn't even know if I was dead or alive.

All I could feel was the pain.

The pain of everything in my life. It felt like it had somehow increased hundred times. I felt the pain of seeing my family break apart. Leaving my Dad. Living with my step dad. Feeling that burden of work. The pain of the blows, punches and kicks I got. The blood. The whimpers. His hand touching me.

It was as if I was going through it again somehow.

I could feel the pain of my tears. The pain when my whole body trembled with fear.

I want to forget it.

The pain when I went to school. When people passed me glares. Looks which made me feel pathetic. Loneliness.

I need to forget it.

When I used to come back to feel that all over again. The pain when my own mother never listened to me. The pain of that blade against my skin.

Forget it, Melody.

The pain of running away and leaving