Fallen

Karla is just a normal girl, living a normal life, with a normal family, with normal friends. At least that's the person you see when you walk in the hallways of Kingston high school. But she's not the person she looks like when you walk past her in the corridor. Her inside is filled with pain and guilt. Everything she can remember from when she was younger was the constant pain, and watching her mother beeing abused by her father. When she was 5 years old, he left. And even though her mom hated him, her brain told her that she still loved him. Ever since then her mother have been down, and it's all Karlas fault. If she just hadn't been born non of this would've happened. Her life is a gloom until one day when she bumps into a sweet canadian boy that'll change her life forever.

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14. 7 years of misery

"Karla." Justin shook my shoulders. "Karla!" With teary eyes my eyes focused on his face. I felt a tear stream down my cheek. Suddently I was in Justins arms, sobbing into his shirt. His hand rubbed my back as he whispered in my ear. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay." But it wasn't okay. Nothing about this was okay. This was the man of my nightmares. The one man I dreaded. And there he was, only 60 feet away from me. My father. I just kept staring at him. How couldn't I? I hadn't seen the guy in 12 years. He still looked about the same. You know what frightened me the most about him? His eyes. They were so dark, almost black. And they had no trace of humanity in them. Suddently all the memories flashed back. Overwhelmed me. My mother on the ground, getting hit by her own husband. And I just stood there, watching them. Not a day goes by without me wishing that I could've done something to stop him. But honestly, what could I do? An innocent 5 year old girl. What could she do to a 35 year old, voilent, man? Then, all of a sudden, his eyes met mine. A cold chill went down my spine. At first I don't think he recognized me. But then his crooked lips went up to a smile. That horrible smile. I couldn't deal with this. "No, no, no." I pushed Justin away. The surprised look on his face was the last thing I saw before I ran.

My face was all wet when I closed the door and locked it behind me. "Karla, Karla are you alright?" I couldn't tell her, I couldn't risk it. The risk was to big. I ran up the stairs and locked my bedroom door behind me. My breath was uncontrollable. I was between panting and sobbing. My chest was aching from the long run, and from the pain. All I wanted to do was to lay down in my bed, pull the sheets over me and never come out again. "Karla?" My mum knocked on the door. "Karla talk to me." I kept quiet. Rubbing the tears of my face. "Did something happen?" I took a deep breath and tried to control my voice. "No mum, I'm fine. Just tired,  keep the door locked tonight though will you? I've grown a bit paranoid." What kind of lame excuse was that? Nobody would fall for that. "Okay Karla, but we'll talk tomorrow." Well, except my mum then. I listened to her footsteps as she walked down the stairs. When she was gone I sat down on my bed and put my hands over my eyes. Bad idea. Everytime I closed my eyes I saw him. I saw his frightening eyes. I've had that feeling before. It went away when I was about 7. But that was 7 years of misery. Who knew how long this would be? He had seen me, he had seen my face. He knew what I looked like. He knew where we lived. I won't even let her open the door, at least not until I know that it's safe out there, safe from him.

I sneaked down the stairs so that I wouldn't wake mum up. But when I entererd the kitchen she was already sitting there with a cup of coffee in her hands. "Sit." She pointed at the chair opposite her. It was unbelievable how quick she had chanced. It was only about a month ago when her life spun around a bottle. It was so easy for her to stop. I don't know if she even smoked anymore. I grabbed a bowl and cereal and sat down. Whilst I poured the milk into the bowl I felt her eyes on me. I looked up. "What?" I took a spoonful of cereal and chewed it in my mouth. "What happened last night?" She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. "Nothing I..." What was I going to say? I couldn't tell her the truth, obviously. "Me and Justin got in a little fight, but it's fine now." I hated lying, especially to her. I smile spread across her lips. "Well good." I raised an eyebrow. "Well, not good, but at least it wasn't anything serious right?" It was serious, it was more than serious. I still shook my head. "Good." She walked out of the kitchen. I leaned back in my chair and put my head in my palms. What was I going to do?



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