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The dark ground was suddenly splattered with white liquid. I was breathing heavily

as I held my stomach and reached again. The packet of ice cream I had eaten

earlier tasted better now than it did before when I was enjoying a calm evening. I

suppose I won’t be eating that flavor again. I chuckle to myself and wipe my mouth

on the sleeve of my jacket that I had thrown on in my haste to leave. My tears are

still flowing from puking but mostly from the fight. The moist dirt that I had

collapsed on when I couldn’t keep my ice cream down was suddenly a lot wetter as

I felt my knees being soaked.

Never before had everything been so clear. My now wet pants, the burning in my

throat and eyes, my hand clinging to my cap, my chest heaving and the cold wind

whipping my hair as well as many other things where overwhelming me. I realized

I was terrified sitting out here in the dark. Why was I here? Suddenly I can’t

remember anything that happened before I slammed the door to my home. Yet I

remembered too much. I remembered the yelling and how no noise will ever be

louder then his booming voice. Shivers travel down my spine as I recall his voice,

which was usually so filled with laughter, filling me with fear. I shake my head and

try to gather myself. I slowly stand up but stop when my head starts to spin and

the night became darker for a few seconds. I sit down once again but move a few

feet away to get away from my vomit. I feel silly when I think about what the

neighbors will say about the mess I made. I curl up so that I can hug my knees and

start sobbing again. How will I ever be able to return home after this? The stupid

things I said that I know aren’t true yet I meant so much. I can’t stop shaking nor

crying. It’s like I suddenly had an ocean inside me that I needed to get out if I

didn’t want to drown. My mind is once again swiped away by the emotions that

would not leave me. I dig my nails into my knees and try to make myself smaller in

a desperate attempt to gather myself. Here I am crying my heart out, I’ll need a

miracle to solve this and luckily for me this is the time for miracles. The Christmas

decorations are all out in the windows and they are my light, the only thing that

keeps me from being eaten by the night. The wind is picking up and the ground is

not as wet; it’s frosty. How long have I been here? It does not matter as I bury my

head deeper then I thought was ever possible into my curled up body. The position

isn’t so comfortable to my neck but it is to my heart. My heart is beating slowly

compared to its earlier marathon but with the calm came the heaviness. Suddenly I

feel a large hand resting on my shoulder blade. I jump out of my ball and hurt my

neck in the process. The hand was attached to a leather clad arm that quickly

wrapped tightly around me as its twin joined it. When I thought I could not cry

harder I was proven wrong when I grabbed the torso of my leather clad hero and

sobbed more then humanly possible. The arms held me all the same and slowly

caressed my back as a deep voice slowly hummed a slow Christmas song that

gave me more comfort then the softest of beds. After what seems like hours and

I’m surprised the sun has not risen I sit and finger his leather collar and breathe in

the scent that was him. He’s still humming carols and I let out a small giggle as he

changes the lyrics a bit to his likings. I’m no longer crying but I can’t help but shiver

but now it’s from cold and not uncontrolled feelings. He snuggles me closer and

sings a few more songs. Later he would make me a warm cup of coco as I brushed

my teeth and we’d fall asleep after a long talk where we both begged for

forgiveness. Soon he’d take my cap that used to be his, pull it over my head and

kiss my crown. But right now I’ll rest in his leather clad embrace and be rocked to

bliss by his sweet reassuring voice.

Description
The dark ground was suddenly splattered with white liquid. I was breathing heavily

as I held my stomach and reached again. The packet of ice cream I had eaten

earlier tasted better now than it did before when I was enjoying a calm evening. I

suppose I won’t be eating that flavor again. I chuckle to myself and wipe my mouth

on the sleeve of my jacket that I had thrown on in my haste to leave. My tears are

still flowing from puking but mostly from the fight. The moist dirt that I had

collapsed on when I couldn’t keep my ice cream down was suddenly a lot wetter as

I felt my knees being soaked.

Never before had everything been so clear. My now wet pants, the burning in my

throat and eyes, my hand clinging to my cap, my chest heaving and the cold wind

whipping my hair as well as many other things where overwhelming me. I realized

I was terrified sitting out here in the dark. Why was I here? Suddenly I can’t

remember anything that happened before I slammed the door to my home. Yet I

remembered too much. I remembered the yelling and how no noise will ever be

louder then his booming voice. Shivers travel down my spine as I recall his voice,

which was usually so filled with laughter, filling me with fear. I shake my head and

try to gather myself. I slowly stand up but stop when my head starts to spin and

the night became darker for a few seconds. I sit down once again but move a few

feet away to get away from my vomit. I feel silly when I think about what the

neighbors will say about the mess I made. I curl up so that I can hug my knees and

start sobbing again. How will I ever be able to return home after this? The stupid

things I said that I know aren’t true yet I meant so much. I can’t stop shaking nor

crying. It’s like I suddenly had an ocean inside me that I needed to get out if I

didn’t want to drown. My mind is once again swiped away by the emotions that

would not leave me. I dig my nails into my knees and try to make myself smaller in

a desperate attempt to gather myself. Here I am crying my heart out, I’ll need a

miracle to solve this and luckily for me this is the time for miracles. The Christmas

decorations are all out in the windows and they are my light, the only thing that

keeps me from being eaten by the night. The wind is picking up and the ground is

not as wet; it’s frosty. How long have I been here? It does not matter as I bury my

head deeper then I thought was ever possible into my curled up body. The position

isn’t so comfortable to my neck but it is to my heart. My heart is beating slowly

compared to its earlier marathon but with the calm came the heaviness. Suddenly I

feel a large hand resting on my shoulder blade. I jump out of my ball and hurt my

neck in the process. The hand was attached to a leather clad arm that quickly

wrapped tightly around me as its twin joined it. When I thought I could not cry

harder I was proven wrong when I grabbed the torso of my leather clad hero and

sobbed more then humanly possible. The arms held me all the same and slowly

caressed my back as a deep voice slowly hummed a slow Christmas song that

gave me more comfort then the softest of beds. After what seems like hours and

I’m surprised the sun has not risen I sit and finger his leather collar and breathe in

the scent that was him. He’s still humming carols and I let out a small giggle as he

changes the lyrics a bit to his likings. I’m no longer crying but I can’t help but shiver

but now it’s from cold and not uncontrolled feelings. He snuggles me closer and

sings a few more songs. Later he would make me a warm cup of coco as I brushed

my teeth and we’d fall asleep after a long talk where we both begged for

forgiveness. Soon he’d take my cap that used to be his, pull it over my head and

kiss my crown. But right now I’ll rest in his leather clad embrace and be rocked to

bliss by his sweet reassuring voice.