Emilianna's P.O.V
I stared down the window from the fourth floor of the building, as the cars sped along the road. Some carelessly driving others being a bit too careful. I couldn't keep the screeching of tires out of my head as they rushed by the building. But the voice of the woman occupying the same room as I drew me back to the present and yet again I would visit my past.
"Tell me again how it all started," she asked me in her soft motherly voice that I had long forgotten ever existed as I lost my mother at the age of three and my father not long after and my aunt who took me in lost that tone with me after that-. Her question hung in the air awaiting my answer but I couldn't bring myself to speak immediately but she waited for me quietly with patience her job required her to have but I was grateful for it anyway.
Every week was the same process. I spent my afternoons here, three times every week answering the same set of questions. And every time it was the same answer but with a bit more information. It was hard to let the darkness take over me again after being lost in it for three years.
"It was one of those nights where my aunt had to work late and my uncle came from work a quarter to midnight so drunk that even his clothes stunk of liquor. I was sleeping when I heard the floorboards creak with his weight. I wasn't worried because I knew the routine. He or my aunt will check on me before they go to bed. I lay still forcing myself to go back to sleep. I heard my door open as he stepped inside. A minute passed the two he was still in my room. The atmosphere in the room shifted I was scared yet I didn't know why. Next thi---" I stopped talking to take a deep breath refusing to let the walls close in on me.
She gave me an encouraging smile and held out my bottle of water out for me to take a sip which I did. I tried to relax but my attempts turned out to be futile. "next thing I knew he was touching my face as if to test if I would wake up. He was never one to be affectionate and I knew that without a doubt. I felt dread creep up my spine at his touch. I should have woken up or at least shifted maybe that would have sent him out of the room but my mind couldn't comprehend the danger I was in at that moment". I said as I stood up grabbed my bag and ran out.
Another session was over and my mind wanted to give in to the darkness that called out to me. I should have hailed a cab but I couldn't at this moment I would rather feel the bite of the harsh winds as I made my way home just to remind me that I was where I was now not where I was locked for so long. I could not bring myself to sit in one place with a stranger when someone who was meant to protect me did the opposite. Making sure to avoid the alleys and corners I made my way to my now deserted house that I used to share with a man and his wife who took off after he was sentenced. once again and like I was destined, I was all alone and no one to lean on.