factum ad colere (part 1)

(Title means: Need to Live)

      Beverly gasped as she left the comfort of her home and into the icy rain. She contemplated going

back inside and hugging Gladys close to her chest. To tell her everything would be okay, but she

couldn't. She wasn't strong enough. Not yet.

     She walked slowly towards the nearest trolley stop and dug out a few of the crisp ones she had

crumpled in her pocket. She swiftly paid for the ticket and sat down on the stone cold bench.

    Her heart beat wildly. She had done it. She was free. Even though she was only thirteen, she had

managed to get away from her family. Her heart hurt about leaving Gladys. But she would

understand. She had to.'

    Her parents hadn't understood her. No one had. She needed to be understood. She needed to be

loved. She hoped she would find it. Her life depended on it.

    She grasped her sleeves and pulled them down, trying to hide the scars. The scars that had

separated her from her family. The scars that still hurt every time she looked at them. They defined

her. She was broken. She needed help. And she would get it.


(Author's note: This is right after she left Gladys so I will alternate between the two stories, as requested I wrote from Beverly's POV......I hope you like it xD

I will continue it soon...

 -Trinity Garcia)




Comments

  1. RiennaBFebruary 15, 2018 at 10:02 AM

    I feel bad for judging her now. :( I've been in the same place before. Hating myself, hurting myself, to feel something and feeling like no one cares. Trying to outrun myself. Feeling defined by my circumstances and not who God tells me I am.

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  2. EllieMFebruary 15, 2018 at 10:22 AM

    You two make me sad. If you are hurting, please tell someone. Do not wait until it is too late. As someone that has had this happen to them, it is not worth it. I had a friend when I was in middle-school that was hurting. I always wondered why she looked so tired, but when I tried to ask her about it, she just said she was fine. Then she collapsed and had to be taken to a hospital.

    She died a few months later. I wish she had told me about it earlier. So, about Beverley, and Gladys, I really feel terrible for them. I hope they are able to talk to someone about this.

    By the way, you are a good writer. These are things everyone struggles with and it's not easy to put them to words.

    Sorry for the long and drawn out paragraph...done talking now...bye!

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  3. Trinity GarciaFebruary 15, 2018 at 5:34 PM

    Well, I've struggled too, but it seems to help if I'm writing about it. Easier to express it maybe? I don't know, but thank you.

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  4. Arysta Henry February 16, 2018 at 5:26 PM

    Like your choice of title. :)

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