Be Quiet : A Freewrite

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Dare it and cross my lane this time if I will not take you down, the abuse was getting too much on me this time and I have to speak once, though people started looking at me like crazy fellows, knowing I have been shut up for long and I need to speak up and defend myself for good.

It's getting too much on me to ever look at things this way, but I have my separation done away, with. I brandished the knife right in his front once again in case he move close, he saw the seriousness and desperation on my face and stepped back.

What happened next was something I wouldn't think about, when your abuser is crying foul, because that is what he outrightly did, cry foul.

The police came and my abuser already cut himself with a sharp razor, making everyone blame me for whatsoever it's happening. They didn't even let me have a word with myself, the arrest was immediate and terrible as I was locked up for days.

Who will dare bail on the quiet one, a timid boy like me, how do I get out of this mess knowing fully well I was caught with a sharp knife with me, pointing at him? Here i am, staring at a jail term at far distance and lies.

An entry into @mariannewest every day freewrite



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