Chapter two.

She suddenly stopped talking, shut her eyes and uttered something calmly which seemed to catch the boy’s attention. His eyes which were once focused on the ground suddenly looked at the woman for a split second before she shook her head and left inside the house. I could imagine her in pure pain of having to cope and scold a child who's becoming delinquent but life is just never fair, it has its rosy days with thorny paths. I stared at the boy for some seconds then turned away, it was becoming a bit awkward.

I got up to leave knowing there was enough problems to deal with, my once calm heart started racing in fear as I headed back home or should I say prison. The fact I was returning to my dark toxic environment made my heart cluster, my once calm emotions started swirling in my mind and I hated to process the fact that I always see myself returning there If only I could leave permanently. A choking feeling clustered in my chest, the place I called home was a nightmare but then a roof over my head well that was I was grateful. For not everyone could afford it, my home was a place of comfort but at same time a place to lose your psychology as certain things make you gag till you can't breathe at same time it could be cloying. It seemed sane and convenient to the people from the outside world who came in always and wished to be part of the home but were oblivious to the horrors that happened in the other room they just wish for things they don't even know how it came about or how it worked but they're humans after all and humans have this tendency to always want something and this is what ultimately leads them to greed, making them do anything for the things they want just like the devil I lived with......

I tried singing in my head to get rid of my thoughts, getting closer to my house I spotted his car, my legs froze on their tracks, my head suddenly started banging, breathing shakily, my chest was getting too tight, the air was almost choking, my legs felt too weak to even take a step. Running a hand through my face trying to calm down before my anxiety attack spiked I knew I had no power for this but then he was back. This was a bad sign for the devil himself had come to torment me yet again. Would I make it alive today? My mind and soul were both working in the opposite directions. If only I could run away but where? who do I know? I wasn't confused I still couldn't move I just stood rooted to the spot wishing I could voice it all out. I was in deep pains I couldn't comprehend fear dropped into my blood streams waiting to embrace its toxicity I still just couldn't, no way I didn't have a choice. Accepting my fate like I always did, the light tears on the ends of my eyes if only my thoughts could change the fact that the devil himself was around, all I had on my mind was to make it out even if I came out half alive like I always did or dead this time around...........