Before I had the chance to even process what was happening, she abruptly rose from her chair and grabbed my hand. Within a matter of moments, I found myself on the ground with my knee throbbing in pain.Unable to contain it any longer, tears of agony started streaming down my cheeks.“You’re planning to kill me, huh?”I nervously bit my bottom lip, pleading with her to let me go as I looked into her eyes.Deep down, I knew she didn't have the heart to say no; she was too familiar with my plan and why it was so important for me to see it through.She had seen me struggle in the past and wanted nothing more than for me to have a chance at achieving my goals.“How dare you! I am your mother! I raised you! I brought you to this world!”She had reached her limit and began to forcefully drag me along with her, though I didn't know where we were going. As she marched me forward, a sense of dread crept up throughout my entire body.My anguish was so loud that I thought my throat would tear ap

Its been two days since my mother brought me back to this place, a place I can only refer to as my own personal hell. Though the walls of this house may be familiar, the atmosphere feels alien and oppressive.Memories from my childhood haunt me from every corner.Nevertheless, I could not help but be reminded of the conversation we had regarding my father's whereabouts last night.Instinctively, I was prompted to look for him and ask 'Why?' Why he did the things he did to my mother. Even though this part of me was so strongly urging me for answers, another part felt like I should remain in the dark.After all, I had never encountered him before, not in the entirety of my life. I was aware of his existence and could recognize him from a distance, but we had never personally interacted with one another.He’s probably dead already or something.I yelped in fright when a searing pain unexpectedly manifested in my stomach. I hurriedly looked down and gasped at the shocking sight before me;

She inhaled deeply, as if she had suddenly surfaced from the depths of the ocean.She gasps for breath, her hand pressed against her chest as she tries to calm herself down. My gaze lowers as I take in the sight of her damp clothing tightly enveloping the curves of her body. I feel my throat become dry at this momentary glimpse of her beauty, and before I know it my heart is pounding in my chest. The soft fabric catches the light of lamp posts outside, briefly illuminating slight droplets of condensation that cling to its edges.“W-who are you?”Before I could even utter a word, she abruptly moved away and curled up into a ball, her knees tucked tightly against her chest. She looked terrified, so defenseless and delicate in that moment. The expression on her face was heartbreaking; it almost felt like she had been pushed to the brink of utter exhaustion and despair. I wanted to reach out to her, but all I could do was stand there helplessly as she began to cry. Tears streamed down her

“Louisa Wilson, a twenty two year old woman. The documents I have gathered reveal that she was allegedly raped by Daniel Sawyer, a twenty eight year old man who is already married to another woman named Rebecca. It appears as though Louisa had developed feelings for Daniel, but he ultimately abandoned her instead of honoring them. This treatment has caused her great emotional distress and has shaken the foundation of her trust in men. She feels betrayed and used by the very person she thought would be honorable enough to reciprocate.”Joseph placed the stack of files on my desk with a thud, and then sunk into the chair that was positioned directly across from me. I picked up one sheet of paper and scanned it quickly for any pertinent facts about this woman. I read her name, age, occupation - it wasn't anything out of the ordinary - but what caught my eye was her story.“Despite all of the research conducted, the precise disorder Louise is facing remains a mystery. This is why she find

As each day,weeks, and months passes since Leilani ran away from her mother, she is finding more and more comfort in her new life. She is beginning to look to me for reassurance and care.“A-aiden…I’m not sure about this-”“Shhh…”I can feel the fear in her. She finds it difficult to truly believe that all of this is actually going to work out for her in the end, but she deserves every chance fate has given her. It's been a long journey for her and now that she finally has a real shot at making something out of it, she can't help but be hesitant and skeptical.I carefully lowered myself onto one knee in front of her while tightly clutching the ring, my hands trembling from anticipation. The fact that she has a notion of what this gesture implies brings a wave of relief to me; after all, she grew up being isolated almost about everything. She knows full well the weight and significance of this moment; although we haven't discussed it explicitly, it's obvious that our relationship has