Creative Writing Story – ‘Nothing would ever be the same again’
This was the last straw. The final words had been spoken, and even though he knew feelings of resentment, of grief, of despair and anger clouded his ability to reasonably judge the situation there was something within him that knew this was it. A clear tear trickled down his pale cheek, like a rolling bead along a window, its transparency reflecting the emotion and unparalleled hardship that he had faced over 3 years of abuse, turmoil and trauma. The screams from the last fight still ringed in his ear, a siren of inflicting words, a cacophony of deafening howls.
His hand trembled as it moved towards his old wooden drawer of memories, a collection of emotions and indescribable feelings. The framing shook, the drawer creaked open with a puff of obscure dust releasing a smell of mystery and nostalgia. His outstretched arm, scarred with the wounds of a child living in resentment and neglect, pulled out with hesitation yet at the same time a sense of surety, a tattered birthday card from his 11th birthday – a memory that would never be forgotten. He prised it with a dreading of what was to come, and in reaction of his fears a barrage of tears streaked down his red, disturbed face like pouring rain. Thoughts of his past flooded through him like a sweeping wave of mixed emotions that he thought he would never have to deal with again. He realised he had become so trapped with emotion, to the point where he had numbed himself to not feel any sadness. A method in which he thought he could protect himself from emotional injury, to avoid the pain and the torment. And ultimately he wished he could discharge all his emotion, he wished he had the ability to tell those around him how he was really feeling. He wished things would go back to how they were.
He closed the card tentatively, shaken by its contents. And