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The escape (part 1)
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The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic. The sky has been pouring cats and dogs since the evening and doesn't seem to take a rest, not allowing one for the windshield wiper as well. It seems as though the sky is reflecting my own mental state- grey like my gloom filled life trying to endure it to the point where it can no longer bear the weight and overflowing with emotions like this never ending rain. The only thing lacking is a thunder to represent my heart slamming against my chest threatening to break out, still unable to believe that I might finally escape from my worries today.
In my entire 23 years of existence, I have never had the courage to stand up for myself-whether it was when my so called 'friends' used to tease me for being overweight in school or when people used to treat me as though I was invisible in a group when I was sharing my opinions. But that could not even hold a candle to the nightmare I was running away from right now, patting myself in the back for overcoming my fears and taking the best decision of my life to get a driving licence when I was 21-because that smoothened this escape process.
I can only push back the thoughts of past as I apply a little more pressure on the accelerator wanting to be as far away from this place as I can. But I am not running away. I, for once, stood up for myself and even though it might have hurt the only ones I care about-my family, I don't regret it. I can still feel the raw emotions I felt when I confronted the biggest fear of my life, I can still feel the adrenaline rushing through me and I think that is the only thing not allowing me to take the next U-turn and return to the safety of my bed. But I can't go back. Not after I fought for this. Not after I dragged my bags, took the little money I had from my scholarship amounts of each month and took this car-for which I am thankful...
The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic. The sky has been pouring cats and dogs since the evening and doesn't seem to take a rest, not allowing one for the windshield wiper as well. It seems as though the sky is reflecting my own mental state- grey like my gloom filled life trying to endure it to the point where it can no longer bear the weight and overflowing with emotions like this never ending rain. The only thing lacking is a thunder to represent my heart slamming against my chest threatening to break out, still unable to believe that I might finally escape from my worries today.
In my entire 23 years of existence, I have never had the courage to stand up for myself-whether it was when my so called 'friends' used to tease me for being overweight in school or when people used to treat me as though I was invisible in a group when I was sharing my opinions. But that could not even hold a candle to the nightmare I was running away from right now, patting myself in the back for overcoming my fears and taking the best decision of my life to get a driving licence when I was 21-because that smoothened this escape process.
I can only push back the thoughts of past as I apply a little more pressure on the accelerator wanting to be as far away from this place as I can. But I am not running away. I, for once, stood up for myself and even though it might have hurt the only ones I care about-my family, I don't regret it. I can still feel the raw emotions I felt when I confronted the biggest fear of my life, I can still feel the adrenaline rushing through me and I think that is the only thing not allowing me to take the next U-turn and return to the safety of my bed. But I can't go back. Not after I fought for this. Not after I dragged my bags, took the little money I had from my scholarship amounts of each month and took this car-for which I am thankful...
