Mommy’s Escape 6.0

{May 21, 2009}   1

Whenever people say that life should be all perfect and blissful, you need to check their eyes to make sure that they are not high. Make sure that they are not on some sort of meth or mushrooms that alters their perception and thought. Because to be honest, there is no such thing. Happiness comes at a price of struggle and pain, of sadness and tears, it just does not happen like a miracle out of the sky. It hurts. Happiness hurts.


No matter how beautiful the day became, Terri felt alone. She felt as if the world was closing in on her getting ready to swallow her into the ground.

She could not get that image of what he did to her out of her head.

She could still feel him touching her, whispering in her ear “shhhh”.

He was oblivious to hear tears and her crying. He pushed away her  whimpers and gasps and continued to enter her. She was helpless. She couldn’t scream. She could not say a word. She was frozen.


“Terri! Where are you girl?”

Terri was brought back down to earth as she heard her best friend Marie’s raspy voice calling from the other side of the bathroom stall.

“I’m here! Can’t I take a shit in peace without someone calling in the damn fucking guards?!” Terri shouted back as she zipped up the chocolate stained grey pleated uniform skirt. If there was any part of the uniform that Terri hated it was that one. It made her legs look fat and thick although she was as skinny as a tooth pick.

As she walked out, Marie looked at Terri’s eyes. She knew there was something wrong, she knew she had been crying. Terri has never been good about hiding her feelings, especially not to Marie.

“What?” Terri asked her as she fixed her long curly hair in the mirror. “I hate this weather, it makes my hair frizz and then I get too hot. Do you have a scrunchie?”

Marie looked in her book-bag and handed her a black hair-tie. As Terri reached for it, her hands were shaking and showed signs of eyeliner residue. Terri must have wiped her eyes when she was crying. “Is something wrong? she asked her.

Terri looked at her through the bathroom mirror as she delicately picked her hair up and made it into an intricate pony-tail- knot combination. “Nothing is wrong, why do you ask?” she replied.

“Your eyeliner is smeared. It looks like you have been crying.”

Terri glanced once again in the mirror. The sign of her ordeal is written all over her face. She wanted to scream, she wanted to shout, she wanted to run but she couldn’t. Once again she was silent. She had never kept a secret from Marie; they told eachother everything. But this time it was different. She could not tell her. This was one secret that she was to scared to share, to ashamed to bring to light.

“Nothing is wrong, just my allergies giving me watery eyes. Let’s go Marie. Sister Grace will give us demerits if we are late again and I already have two. I can’t miss practice again for detention, I’ll be cut from the team.” Terri pushed the door to the girl’s bathroom and walked into the crowded hallway of the school. Marie followed closely behind wondering what was bothering her friend. What was she hiding?

The girls quickly entered the classroom before the bell rang. As usual, the room was freezing cold. Some students complained that it was so cold that meat could be hung in there without risk of spoiling. Sister Grace did this so that students could not fall asleep in class, no matter how boring the lecture was.

Today Terri welcomed it. she welcomed the cold air that would force her awake. It would not let her mind wander and drift. She did not want to lose control of her thoughts again. She wanted to stay in that cold room. She never wanted to fall back asleep. She didn’t want to think of that moment, that ordeal. She did not want to think of him. She just wanted to stay there, in the cold, in the meat locker freezing cold, away from reality; away from the truth.


Heather says:

OMG….maybe I’ve had a little tooo many beers…but, I’m crying now.
on a happy note….can someone check my sons eyes because I think he is stoned!?! He’s failing 10th grade and he’s fricken happy about it!!!

Claire p says:

Bloody hell! Everyone writes better than me!!

Nice work, Krystal. Is there going to be more?

I hope you had a nice Memorial Day. Been offline for a few days. Trying to catch up on some reading as I sit here in rainy Cleveland, OH.

Barack Obama’s book, “The Audacity of Hope,” contains a catchy title. It has a taste of bravery mixed confidently. You’ll find nothing Pollyanna about it. I may well not support almost everything he says, but he’s our president, as well as for me, he creates belief. That may do more for any region than any number of backroom deals. Hope gives us energy, and energy sustains us through trying times. Boy, we’ve had them. I’m from West Texas, and I did not vote for Bush. When McCain ran against Obama, I was a citizen of Arizona, but I gave audacious hope a chance. The fight for progress and laying the foundations of prosperity will not be over. I have come across the quips of those who don’t believe Obama can do it. But step back a moment. Would anyone have most of us fail simply to tarnish the star of an incumbent for whom they did not vote? Keeping our priorities straight, let’s work together with our president and build our future.

Brandon says:

Well, we can hope. It might not happen, but that would be a great choice for president.

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