Silhouette of Freedom
Run, Casey, run, she told herself as she headed towards the forest. Just run.
And she did. Ran for her life. For the right to make her own choices.
The somber morning sky was about to break out into a thunderstorm. Occasional lightning flashed here and there. Soon, a loud clap of thunder pealed overhead and the first drops of rain touched her face. Within a minute the rain sheeted down and she was fully soaked.
She did not care.
She did not seek shelter either.
She just ran.
Soon she reached the forest. She heard the rain hurtle through the branches, felt the cold touch of the wet twigs that left scratches on her arms.
She still did not care.
Run, Casey, run.
The rain threshed the tops of the trees. Not a sound reached her ear other than drip-drop of the rain and voices in her head.
You are good for nothing, Casey. Dad’s.
You suck, sis. Brother’s.
College, sweetheart? But isn’t it for smart kids, honey? Mom’s.
Loser. Loser. Loser. Their words echoed in her mind.
And she ran like mad. Getting away. They could not hurt her anymore. She left them behind. As she struggled through the thicket the rain washed her pain away. She felt reborn.
When she reached the forest skirt the rain ended. Sunbeams twinkled on leaves. A smile played on her lips as she noticed a bird ride on the wind high in the sky.
Just as she was now.