Scribbling two

A Story by judith106

Written one day about how I felt when I walked to School as a child. I repressed memories of abuse until age 27.

Pouring rain had soaked through my jacket only moments after running out the door. I dread the short walk to school as I always do. Today I'm running late and I'm alone, Jody and Beth have surely walked ahead. I'm consumed with thoughts, my mind racing and fearful of unknown evils that I felt were around every corner. I always feel relief when I pass Gorges' market. My nuckles scrape along the jagged edge of the storefront. My blood eases my fear and I can breath.