Let There Be Light

On one of those magically white winters nights, my mother took me in her arms and shut the doors behind her. We left my drunken father in the name of a better life. And the name of that better life was Tom, a local gangster with the face of the devil himself. The next thing I saw was my mother’s bloody face bashed into the ground and teeth scattered around her lifeless body. I looked at him and thought to myself - PLEASE, DON’T KILL ME. This story has haunted me all of my life, through the daily flashbacks and nightmares. It has taken me some time to build up the courage to let this story out of my heart. And now, with every single word I can live free. Finally. - Karolina -