orayofsunshine
Confident. That she was not.
Sure, it was easy to hold your shoulders back and your chin up, to make yourself look bigger.
Her mind didn't believe it though. Not at all.
She wished she was a mouse, small and insignificant and able to run away and hide at a moment's notice.
The rural town was horrible. Too many backwards idiots who seemed twenty years behind.
Regardless of the locals, she loved the open feel. It was much better than the crowded city. She felt like she could breathe there.
It was a beginning.
But it was also an ending.
She stood in the doorway, bag over her shoulder as she dared to take the first step. She knew he was still inside sleeping, snoring too damn loud like usual. He wouldn't know she was gone, she'd be a memory, just like the bruises he left on her skin.
With one last backwards look, she turned and took a step out.
It was a beginning.
Being stabbed hurt a lot more than he thought it would.
Of course, he had never planned on being stabbed, it wasn't the sort of thing people actively tried to do. Still, when the knife pierced his side, he was down in an instant, a cry of pain leaving his lips.
Yeah, being stabbed hurt like hell.
She had been raised her whole life to be exact. To take measured steps. Hold your chin up, shoulders back, keep your spine long. She had to put her best foot forward, literally every moment of her life and by the time she was eighteen she was sick of it.