Slipping out of humanity by April McAuliffe (feel good novels txt) 📕

the path earlier." He finished my sentence  and laughed. "Yes I know. You seemed a little lost." I nodded my head again without even knowing it and than knocked my self out of the trance. "No." I said sternly. "I was going home!" My voice began to rise and echoed with in the tomb that slowly began to frighten me. "Oh." His gaze through the darkness began to soften. "Well I guess we'll be having a little sleep over than." He smiled widely and began to wrap the chains around the handle on the side of the bars. "What do you mean sleep over? I want to go home!" I wrapped my hands onto the bars like a pleading prisoner and watched him laugh in my face. "No worries dear, Melina. Everything will be well tomorrow." he reached through the bars and tried to caress my dirty cheek. I hunched back and pushed his hand away in anger and watched him walk away...

 

Memory Lane

 

 

 

The sun brightens the darkness they say. Mrs. Perkins English class, we always would say the sun is the greatest things in the world. We would be grateful because we believed it shooed away the darkness. I find myself as an idiot when I think of it now. The darkness always comes back and sometimes it wont go away. Ever. I should know from experience...

 

 

 The slamming of doors was always the worst. I cradle myself in a corner holding my old teddy bear Mr. Boo Boo. His big boots are coming toward me. I can hear them coming closer and closer. My heart begins to race and my skin begins to crawl. I want to escape, to go maybe to the Robinson's house like last time. I than remember, Henry, found out and well..lets just say things didn't end well. "Melina! Where are you!?" He pulls the door open and turns on the light that reveals my few belongings and my hopeless self in the corner. He runs over to me with a monstrous look on his face. "When I call you, you come to me!" He wraps his large hand around my little arm. Hes already made this arm a bruise. I pray he wont leave more. "I didn't hear you, daddy!" I began crying and become light. "You do not talk back to me! Ever!" He picks me up until my feet no longer touches the ground and throws me across the room. I slam into the wall and feel something wet on my face. I lay there and stay still to convince him that I have had enough. That I supposedly knocked out and its time for him to leave. He grunts bad words about me under his breath and stomps across my almost broken boned body. My limbs felt numb and so along with my face. I lay there for a remainder of 3 hours. Wondering what my life would've been like if my mother, Evangeline, was alive. Would I get more stuff? Better clothes? Be more healthy? Be happy? Would my dad love me? I silently cry as more questions begin to erupt inside my head. The more I cried, the more I felt weak. Who ever said crying is a good thing is plain out wrong. It just makes you look more pathetic.

 

 

I quickly awaken from my horrible dream that reflected of what I once knew of. What I was used to. I flip my hair to the other side of my filthy body and limp over to the bars. Manuel, was undoing the chains and taking them off. "What are you doing?" I mumble and rub my tired eyes. He didn't speak but just stared and opened the cage. He grabs my arm and leads me out and toward a darkened staircase. "Where are you taking me?" I stumble over my feet as her tightens his grip and rushes me up the stairs with his pace faster. He opens a door that leads to a room that is filled with old furniture and lit candles stinking up the room, making the room smell like cinnamon. I look around the room and find myself being impressed. "What did you bring me up here for?" I blink and watch his expression turn serious. "I wanted to show you around." I shrug at him and ask "Why?" "Wouldn't you want to get to know your new home?" He smirked at me and waited for me patiently to respond. "Wait..home?...Me?" I blinked. "But I already have a home!" "Now don't be difficult, Melina." He waved his finger as you would see with a strict parent. "This is for your own good! You must rest. Ill show you your new room. I decorated it just for you!" He tried to reach for my hand until I retrieved it. "No! What transitioning are you talking about?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" I screamed at the tip of my voice and balled my hands into fists. "You'll thank me once-" I pushed him aside toward the wall and ran out the door toward the black paved road that stretched on forever. Only one street light was on and I'm sure the next house is miles away. I stampers over my feet and look all around where to run. "Melina!"

Escaping is key word for freedom

 

 

 

I took off my shoes and held them in my hand as I began running as fast I could. Continuously I heard my name from a far away distance. The farther, the better! I didnt exactly know where I was going. I didn't know if I was going to the police, home, or even to some crazy mental hospital. I just wanted to get away from there. I suddenly felt out of breath. I was only a half a mile away. I was always a good runner. Whats happening to me?! My body began to feel heavy and everything began to blur. I thought of slowing my pace so I went to a lighter jog and prayed Manuel, had no idea where I was. I leaned up against a street light and saw my chest heaving up and down really fast. I tried to catch me breath so I could start running again. So I could truly escape from this world that I thought I could handle. I cant. Not anymore. I look to me left and see an abandoned car but no house. It looked sort of broken down but had keys inside it. Was it the home of a homeless person? A strike of luck? I huffed and puffed in a short breath and ran a little more down that street as fast as I could to reach to my goal. I opened the door and crawled inside.

 

 

I haven't really ever driven before. Ive always taken the city buses or the buses for school. Once in a while Id ride with friends but that would be about it. I turned on the old engine and miraculously heard it start. I pulled out and began to swerve onto the road. I probably looked like a drunk coming from some random bar in the middle of the night. I continued to drive and keep my concentration until I gotten those familiar feelings again. The nausea, the heaviness I felt. I felt tired, and suddenly my heart began to hurt. It began to hurt as though I had a really heart burn. I let out a loud moan and pressed one hand on my chest and closed my eyes from the pain. I looked right after that to see myself smashing into a Big. Black. Truck..

Recovery

 

 

I opened my eyes to a beeping sound and a lady standing over me. "Well hello there, Melina." I opened up my tired eyes little bit more and studied the nurse that stood before me. "Your in the hospital." She announced. I looked down and saw tubes in my mouth. I try to shift myself before she placed her hand on my shoulder. "Don't move. Lye still. You need to rest. You've had a long night. You shouldn't have been drinking, Melina. Drinking and drivings a terrible thing to do. Especially if you don't even have your license yet." She scolded at me as she took my chart and went to the wooden polished door. "Your uncle, Manuel, is here to see you if you would like to see him." She said with out looking at me and turning the knob to let the man that kidnapped me, prisoned me and nearly made me kill myself come inside. He was holding a budget of flowers with a sincere look on his face. He knew how to play it. Ill give him that. "Oh ,Melina!" He set the flowers next to the little end table beside me and sat at the edge of the bed to caress my forehead. I tried to nudged away and to speak but they both just shushed me and looked at me as though I was a lunatic. "Ill leave you two alone for a little bit." The annoyed nurse nodded at  us politely and walked through the door unknowing what will happen next.

 

 

Manuel, rested his hand on my bruised cheek. "You really shouldn't have left." He began. "You wouldn't have gotten hurt. I would've protected you silly girl." I squirm my hand free from underneath a pillow and forcefully pulled the tubes of air out of my mouth. "You kidnapped me. I was trying to escape! And what was that about transitioning?!" I said with a whisper that made any sound at all. I tried to act serious as I could but every time I did he would just shake his head and laugh. "Your transitioning, Melina. Your demonic system hasn't