Page 13 of Conflicting Lyrics
Omega. I know in the deepest part of my soul that I've presented as an Omega.
Even though I feel like death, my brain becomes the clearest it’s been in a long time.
I need to get out. I need to leave this house now and never come back because the moment my parents take one smell of me, I know I’ll never see the outside world again.
And I know that if that happens, I will do everything in my power to end my own life, because I’d rather be dead than live in a worse condition than I already do in this house.
Looking around the room, panicked, I try to think about what I’m going to do. It’s still early; the sun isn’t out yet. I could get out of here before they woke up and realize what I am. Hopefully, I’ll be long gone by then.
Only problem with that plan is that I’m locked in here like a prisoner.
Trying to ignore the agonizing ache in my stomach, I scramble out of bed on shaky legs. Tears stream from my eyes as slick drips down my thighs.
I slide my hands through my hair, grabbing at the strands as I stand in the middle of the room, thinking of what to do next.
Rushing over to my dresser, I quickly change out of my PJs and into some clean sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. Next, I open my closet door, grab my old school bag, and start to pack it with as much as I can fit inside it.
I don’t have much that matters. No printed photos, no special items that hold sentimental value to me. I don’t own any makeup. Only a hairbrush. Grabbing that, I shove it into my bag, pausing when I see the bracelet sitting on my dresser.
With shaky hands, I pick up the bracelet and try to hold back a sob as I slide it onto my wrist. I was wrong. I do have something that means something to me. This was the only thing I own that I truly care about.
It's a braided best friends bracelet with a little daisy charm. I made them a few years ago. One for myself and one for Ally. Hers looked almost identical, except she had a little mic as her charm.
I’d worn mine every day until that night. I couldn’t leave it behind.
Snatching my sneakers from the closet floor, I slip them on and sling my bag over my shoulder.
Breaking down the door isn't an option. It’s too thick and would cause too much commotion.
My eyes flick over to the window. I might not be able to break the lock, but I can break the glass.
Looking around the room for something to use, my eyes land on the lamp on my bedside table.
Rushing over to it, I unplug it from the wall, then lay it on the bed as I pull the pillow case off my pillow and slip it over the bottom of my lamp.
Stepping in front of the window, I turn back to look at the door, swallowing hard.
It’s now or never. The moment Mom opens that door when she wakes up, my life will officially be over.
Not that it didn’t already feel like it was.
Turning back to the window, I take a deep breath and swing the lamp as hard as I can against it.
Thankfully, it only takes one hit for the glass to shatter. Dropping the lamp, I grab the pillow case and use it to pull at the broken glass, getting rid of enough of it so that I can slip through the window.
Throwing my bag out the window, it hits the ground with a thud. Next, I do my best to carefully squeeze my way out.
Just as my feet meet the roof, my door swings open.
My eyes snap over to my mother as she stands in the doorway, eyes wide as she takes everything in.
“Lucinda, what on earth are you…” Her face morphs into one of horror as my scent hits her.She knows. “No.” She shakes her head. “No. This can’t be. You can’t be!” she screams.
Not wanting to stick around to see what she does next, I let the adrenaline consume me and scramble down the roof, quickly rolling onto my stomach and dropping down to the deck with a hard thud.
The pain in my legs and ass doesn’t stop me from getting to my feet and running down the deck stairs over to my bag. Snatching it up off the ground, I race for the gate door.
“Lucinda!” my father’s voice booms. “Get back here, right now!”
