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Before I could even blink my eye, the door was unlocked, and the uneasiness became stronger. This time it was worse than before. This time, it felt as if I was caught doing something wrong. (I mean, I kinda was.) Here we go again, I said in my head. My mom started yelling and screaming at me, "What are you doing?!!! Why haven't you washed the dishes? And done all your chores!!!" My head felt as if all the construction workers were hammering a nail continuously in a loop. Before I knew it, she disappeared and appeared again with the object of pain. Things just kept on happening fast. First came one lash, and then came another, then another, and, before I knew it, I just screamed and fell on the ground with a loud thud. BOOM! I just know today is the day—the day I will be free. Free from all pain. Free from all bullies. Free from life. Free from death. Free from my soul and body. I had planned everything from start to finish, from the moment my alarm rang, to the moment it happened. And you may ask why I did it. The truth is that I am tired. I am tired of the pressure. I

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...