Flashback

My mind is spinning, hot tears running down my soft checks. Voices and screams echoing in my head. I roughly press my hands against my head, trying to focus on what’s in front of me. Trying to drown out the voices in my head. My eyes red and swollen from the constant tears, my voice hoarse and dry, I could barely utter a word. My lips cracked, my body shaking uncontrollably, I couldn’t stop them. No matter how tough I try to be, I will always be weak. Each memory of the whip flashed through my mind. The rode coming into contact with my skin, tearing it. The feeling of hot blood running down my back, my screams echoing the rooms, but never to be heard.

3 thoughts on “Flashback”

  1. Family, and some people in my community. Well at first my parents would beat me saying it was for discipline. But then it just got worst, I would get beaten for things I didn’t even do, as for the ones in my community. I don’t get along with some of them, one of them been a family friend. They try to take advantage of me, in our tradition you must always know your rank and age. Its hard to explain but they take that as an advantage and would beat or hit me any chance they get. Its getting worst because they don’t like the fact that I fight back….

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