• Drifting Away

    Moving………, again, more like we’re running. Yeah we’re definitely running…, from HIM. Started packing my things, wasn’t even a month yet and we where going already, like bloody fugitives. Damn it!! …., when was it going end, when would we finally have peace.
    This house was smaller than the last as we pulled into the drive way, seemed like every time we moved things just got harder.
    “Jack come help me out with these last three boxes”.
    I loved my mom but I also hated her. Hated that she was so weak, hated that she’s always let HIM back in, hated her for putting my sister and me through it again, hated MYSELF for not being able to do, anything about it but I hated HIM the most for what he put us through. We hardly ever talked about what happened, what’s happening, what’s going to happen?
    I’m standing in the living room, just standing there while he beats the s**t out of her. Do something, DAMN IT!! MOVE!! STOP HIM!! But all I do is stand there, then he notices me, he staggers across the living room towards me. MOVE!! I want to move but I won’t, NO! I can’t move. He’s right in front me now, he grabs my shirt and I wake up.
    The same dream every night I look at the clock, its 5:30. Afraid to go back to sleep cause it’s going to start all over again never letting up. Can’t remember the last time I was able to breathe freely. Every since it started the air has been getting thicker and thicker around me. Slowly suffocating me, slowly……., finally…., me drifting away.