Freedom

Sweat trailing down my pale, trembling fingers, I hesitated for a crucial, for an important, for a life-saving moment in front of the door which would directly take me to hell, whose sight beyond would scar me for eternity, even if the scenes which played in my mind would be the least horrible things my diabolical demon would do in there.

With my legs feeling like jelly and my pounding heart and pumping blood drowning out my ragged breath and the pathetic sobbing sounds I exuded amidst my misery, I stepped away from the door.

Step after step I distanced from the tortures of my mother.

Step after step I approached freedom.

Step after step I felt increasingly relieved.

Once my mindlessly moving feet, my consciousness still heavily focused on the eerily quiet door, reached the stairs, I spiraled them down, jumping the last few of them in a hurry with one single primal instinct dominating any other thought or emotion.

Flight!

I crashed my whole body into the door, smashing through it, the power surprising and odd even during the rush of adrenaline.

Not once glancing back at the place I was raised in, I shed laughs and tears in, at the place I had felt safe in …

I ran across the street and into the gloomy forest which harboured an eerily quiet compared to the horrific sounds of carnal delight.