![]() ' Ezekiel, I'm Scared 'A Story by Scarlett A. Wolf
It's been a while since it's happened.... since I broke down.
Why am I here? Why am I here?
I kept repeating over and over and over again in my scared little mind. " I didn't do anything! Why does my dad want to kill me? Why did I have to leave my home? Why am I locked up?" I screamed bloody murder, then lay there rocking back and forth with my head cradled in my hands.
I was in the local mental institute, my own oh so caring mother had turned me in. After I had finally broken down, after my dad had tried to murder me again.
I remember how I had longed for the one person who understood my pain, who I dreamed of every night. The person I loved so dearly, even though we were torn from each other three years before.
I remember thinking of the time when he siad that whenever I was Afraid, all I had to do was say, " Ezekiel, I'm scared." And he'd be there in seconds to wrap his arms around me, and protect me.
So I decided to test him, to see if he would really be there for me. I leaned up and sat my face in my lap, and repeatedly mumbled louder and louder, " Ezekiel, I'm scared." Just as I was about to give up all hope, warm arms wrapped around me, his comforting cologne filled my senses, and his soft low voice whispered in my ear " It'll be ok... I"m here," before kissing me softly. I remember thinking in astonishment and joy, ' he's here... he's really here.'
That was it, they put me in his care, and after that there hasn't been many tears, or lonely or fearful moments. And I personally think I've recovered a lot.
"The rain is beautiful, but the thunder is nearly scaring me out of my wits. Hey, Ezekiel... I'm scared." © 2010 Scarlett A. WolfAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 30, 2010 Last Updated on October 15, 2010 Tags: break down mental institute roma Author![]() Scarlett A. WolfTNAboutMy name is Scarlett Wolf, I love any kind of rock or alternative music, my favorite band is Creed. I don't talk much in person, but I can email somebody for hours. I either want to be .. more..Writing
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