The House on My Street, Finis

I’m going to give in to the pleas I have been receiving to quit telling my story and end it more kindly for the little girl, so here goes!

The girl learned all of the lessons she was taught, and she learned them well;

Betrayal

Shame

Fear

Anger

Violence

Sadness

Mistrust

Self-loathing

Hatred

Imprisonment

Despair

Humiliation

She carried these lessons with her as a woman and she lived by them daily. She knew that these were not the lessons she should have learned, and she tried to see the world through ‘normal’ eyes. She would just begin to start to see what motivates normal people and WHAM! down would come the hammer again, she would realize all over again that those lessons she learned as a child were the true lessons in life. She knew she was worthless, unlovable, useless and really served no purpose in life. She was truly a waste of space as they say.

The woman learned the truth.

She quietly wrapped up her affairs. She got the answers to those questions that plagued her, at least where she could. She said goodbye to those she cared about, even if they did not care for her.

She arranged care for her pets, she cleaned her house.

She grabbed a bottle of rum and her muscle relaxers and ran herself a bubble bath, carefully carrying hot water from the stove to the tub so as not to waste a drop.

She made sure the front door was unlocked – no sense in making them damage the apartment to remove her.

She kissed her pets goodbye one final time and climbed into her bubble bath. She relaxed and waited for Morpheus to claim her once again.

The woman learned peace.