I think I saw a ghost last night.
She picked me up from a motel parking lot. I wouldn't have seen the car if it wasn't for the bright 'motel - 4.99$ / night' sign above me. It was creaking, set to fall any second from now then and I was left in the pouring rain, gripping onto my hair and repeating the words of grace without ever having to learn them. I was calling for heaven and so I didn't expect them to send me hell, so truth be told I wouldn't have gotten into the car if I knew things would've turned out the way they did. I was sitting in the passenger seat, watching the rain pour onto the cracked window. The sound made me sick and I felt my head spinning as the only image I could associate it with appeared in my head: her slim fingers wrapped around the handle of the gun like a snake. boomgoes the trigger as she presses again and again, bored out of her mind. I think she even yawned at some point.
She offered a cup of tea and I burnt my tongue, but we settled on the idea that it was my fault. I went to get tap water but was reminded that she hadn't payed the bill. Or was I supposed to do that?
the rain was still hitting onto the window. she'd painted her nails red so she'd feelempowered as she held the gun.
I asked to be driven home. It said that I shouldn't have come. For some reason the front door was locked, but the car was out of fuel anyway so what was I even thinking? Can't go back now. She said she wasn't expecting visitors so there's only one bed which she has to have because she's the one who drove here and is quite tired. Looks like me and my bleeding foot will be taking our business to the wooden floor. But I did get in the car, so I should take responsibility for getting shot. I feel like I'm loosing my mind in this place. How much longer? I missed my mom's birthday. Will I get to say hello?
you even had pearls around your neck but they were covered in something red, smeared all over. was that...?
I tried banging on the doors. Pushing and pulling, turning all the knobs. I was almost going to jump out a window, but then realized we were 4 stories high. I found my effort to be useless, though, because my internal screaming, from behind the walls of the house, went unnoticed to passersby.
I'm starting to think this is forever. Is it? Please tell me it's not.
(A/N) : If you or anyone you know is a victim of domestic violence do not hesitate to reach out for help. To learn more about domestic violence click here: http://ncadv.org/learn-more/what-is-domestic-violence
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Fotograf: Monica Seiceanu