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m. I was slowly being taken away from my unconsciousness, my temporary safe haven where I knew that he wouldn't be able to get me, wher

quiet as if they were call

damp fabric clung to my frame. My clothes were cold; instead of a cocoon of warmth around my body I was surrounded by nothing

e but I knew that was impossible. I was always going to have to wake up at some point but the

as my father continued to strangle me. I had never seen my mum's face so horrified, so scared and fearful. I knew that she worried about me all the time; that she was terrified of what I would d

t so gentle shake to my shoulder as I f

and slowly pulled back in to reality. The reality that I was laying on my bedroom floor with bruises covering my body and no doubt my throat. A

as if there was constant pressure on it whenever I spoke.

d desperately wanted to escape. In any other situation I would have smi

open. I was still in my room; the only light was coming from my bedside table casting an orange glow throughout my entire room. What caught my attention were t

revealing an empty closet and floor where I usually hung my clothes and kept my shoes. Just like I had expected my drawers were all open and empty. My bedroom wasn't heavily decorated only havin

a while for my voice to work again, to resume its normal pitch. It would also take a while before I cou

ound me as she pulled me into an embrace. I wrapped my arms around her as I pulled her tightly to my exhausted body. The comfort that my mum's arms provided was

ng on my shoulder and looked up and out my window. The light slowly switched off only to quickly turn back on again, an

here she had been sitting at my side. She took my