Chapter 3: Breaking Point
It is funny how the pain in the soul can overshadow anything else. How the tears in your eyes and the cracks in your mind can dull your senses.
I am bleeding, probably from falling on the asphalt a few times too many. My jeans are ruined from the blood and dirt. Blurry vision, dirty classes, and broken streetlights make for very unsafe travel. Even if you are not an unsteady wreck or lugging around way too much stuff.
You just don't know how much you can endure until you have walked for miles while sneezing, quivering and coughing from the cold while wearing soaked and muddy clothes 3 times heavier than normal. And of course an equally soaked and mud-caked backpack and travel bag. Emma certainly could not have done it. Emma, my Sun, who scorched my earth and ruined my skies. Who stopped my fall, only to push me down a higher cliff.
Yes, emotions are a good way to forget everything around you and just soldier on. There is just no other way to explain how I managed to come home.
Nobody answers when I bang on the door, the bell hasn't worked for months, but there is always the key under the flower pot on the back porch.
The door opens with a groan, it is just as old and badly maintained as the rest of the house. There is no light inside, Dad is probably passed out drunk. Like every day since mums death.
I enter the living room, and yep, there he is, my father, the one person who should always be there for me, the one adult in my life who is supposed to take care of me. My biological father who can't even come to pick me, his 13-year-old daughter, up at night, during a storm, miles away from the next friendly home, in a city filled with crime, where human life is worth less than the bullet used to take it. Instead, he drinks himself in a stupor. What a wonderful family we are.
I want to hate him, I really really want to, but we have the same hole in our lives, just that I gained a new one tonight.
Suddenly I just can't take it. I scream. Not a scream of rage, fear, heat or pain, but the scream of a shattered soul which just can't keep itself together anymore.
I just want to be happy, like Emma. I just want somebody to care. Anyone.
My scream ebbs and flows as I collapse.
Darkness, two moving shapes, breaking apart, their pieces falling like snow, a single piece falls in my direction, hits me ...
[Destination]
[Trajectory]
[Agreement]
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