fighting

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     I was tired of the fighting. It was always there. Never leaving your thoughts alone, even in unconsciousness. So, I ran. As fast and as far as I possibly could. I couldn’t take it anymore. The presure, the hurt, and the angry words. I didn’t stop until I felt the rush of cold air drift across my bared arms.

     “What’s wrong with me?” My voice was a mere whisper. I didn’t like the silence. It made me think. About the little things. The things that did not deserve a second thought. I turned around to look back at what I was leaving behind. But, nothing was there. Not a sign, house, building, or human being. I took a deep breath and continued walking away. I was too far gone to go back now.

     “Mary,” a familiar voice floated to my ears. I turned around in furry.

     “Get the hell away from me.” My voice didn’t echo like it had hours ago. I remembered it. The anger and hateful words bouncing off the walls. The TV blaring, trying to drown out the noise.

     “Please, just hear me out.” I saw his hand reach out to me, wanting to hold me, caress my cheek. I knew what he wanted. But, I didn’t care in that moment. I just wanted to leave. Leave them all behind. I couldn’t take it. I turned on my heel and ran once more down the middle of the road, despite the fact that I was tired and wanted to stop.

     “MARY,” His voice was loud, like a yell. I turned in that second. A car sped right at me. Not even bothering to stop. I screamed just before I felt the cold hard metal gently press my skin. That was the last thing I felt. The last thing I saw. I could hear the voices calling out to me. His voice caught my attention, though I could not respond.

     “Please God, let her live. I love her. I love her more than life itself. I will give my life if you would just let her stay.” I tried to say something, anything. But, I couldn’t.

     I left my daughter alone without a mother. I left my husband without a wife. I left my family without a good-bye. I regret that I ran. I could have stuck it out. Could have figured out a way to stop the fights. But, I ran, afraid like a coward. That’s what I was, a coward.

Author's Note

sorry its so short. I worte this because i want to run from the fighting that goes on.

Reviews

[Brittney]

hey ash. i like your story its really good.