The survival

 

I dismissed my alarm,
this job is no longer useful for me as long as I'm still dwelling this place,

it feels like a torture, a pain I can't detach from, a stigma that follows me wherever I go.

my stepfather used to abuse me and my mom, therefore my mom escaped and left me isolated with him, caged in like his prey until he sexually assaulted me, all the reputations claim me to be satisfied over his behavior, but no one really knows how I struggle everyday and think of a serious exit out of this tragic scene...

I regularly yearned, I regularly figured our methods but they end up with a failure, he always comes a junkie every time and blocks me from going out, he always locks me in as he started to notice that I tried frequently to escape.

One day he came very aggressive, more than usual, and he approached my room and bit me with a rock because he lost in all his money in a gambit.

and before he bashes my skull I told him "I'm pregnant" and I tried to make him believe that we might have a fair good life, he started to rest his muscles over me and stop empowering my fragile body.

Then my role has come,
I locked my door when he went to his shop and packed my bag and jumped from the window, barely I'm not pregnant, it was the lie, the excuse and my only way of salvation,
I was keeping money for a while as part of the legacy that I take from my biological dead father after his sudden death, likewise, I was keeping money from his wallet and make him think that he lost them on streets due to alcoholism.

I booked the close train trip and this ticket was the startup of a nirvanic moment 
that never erased the shame and weakness that haunted me for too long,

but least I can say; that I survived a maniac and started a new life with new identity
living in a new district, where no one knows me anymore...

Just a stranger with a dark past and faithful heart.