Thread: Give it a week (Traveler & Too Many Thoughts)

All her life, she had been treated badly. All her life, she had craved love and attention but got nothing. From her parents who hadn't wanted her in the first place, stayed together because it would look bad to split up despite having a baby on the way, to her grandparents who blamed her for ruining their children's life. Teachers didn't pay much attention to the quiet, shy girl in the last row who always had good grades in writing but never talked much. Her classmates didn't even try to be friends with her, it was much more fun to tease her, torture her even. There were so many days, where she ran from classroom to classroom, just to not be caught in the open so someone could pull her hair, call her names or steal her books. Books were her life saver. As soon as she could sign up for the library, she did and ended up spending every day after school there. Going home was not pleasant for the girl because her mother was most likely passed out from drugs or alcohol, or both, and her father was often drugged and busy with another woman. As Emily grew older, her father began to show interest in her, which scared her even more. After she woke up one night to him standing at her bed, having pulled off the blanket and staring at her in the darkness, she had made sure to look her room door and often even push a chair in front of it. The thought of ending her miserable life had crossed her mind from this night on forward. The thought had grown stronger with every year that passed, with every day where someone showed her that she was not worth anything. She grew up but despite her good grades she never got into a college. She had tried to get into them, had written applications but never got any answers. Emily ended up with a job at a grocery store, stocking shelves and cleaning. It was barely enough money to get her by, especially after she made the mistake of telling her parents that she had a job and they demanded she pay for living with them. Everything accumulated in one day where a customer harrassed her at the late shift, she slapped him and her boss didn't believe her one bit. He saw the security tape, saw how the man had groped her, had pulled her against him, saw that she was struggling to get away. Yet she was fired because she clearly 'was begging for it'. There was no crying though, no tears, no struggle. She got her last payment and left. Her decision was made before she even realized it. It was almost midnight as Emily arrived at the bridge crossing over a river many a feet below. The bridge was connecting two parts of a park at the outskirts of the city, a park where families were happy and children played in the sun. Emily loved the park. And today it would be her last sight. She placed the small shoulder bag she was always carrying with her on the ground and climbed over the railing. There was a streetlight nearby, shining slightly on her, making her red hair glow a little. The pair of jeans she was wearing was old and rugged, her shoes needed to be replaced but she had no money. She was shivering slightly in the light breeze, the t-shirt she wore had once been black but was now faded. Both hugged her short but curvy frame. She stood at only 5'2, her dainty hands clinging to the rail of the bridge as she looked down into the water and then closed her green eyes, getting ready to let go and for everything to be over. Finally.