Voices

Voices of untold stories

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

We weren’t rich, but we had what we needed.
It was just me and my mum against the world.
I never knew my dad. Mum told me he denied getting her pregnant, so she left his state and raised me on her own. I never asked much about him. Why would I? She was enough for me.

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

Another day. Another opportunity for the market to show me that it doesn't care about how I feel.

Manage your risk.

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

@MrMekzy_ I got the notification while still watching. Had to jump in.

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

All of them.
And maybe, just maybe, I always would be.

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

Dad wasn’t back from work yet when my mum put me to bed. She curled me into her arms, my small frame fitting perfectly against her warmth.

Her fingers ran through my hair in slow, soothing strokes as she whispered,

“Early to bed, early to rise.”

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

My fingers dug into the fabric of the sofa as I watched my father, the man I was supposed to love, hit the woman who loved me most.
Something inside me shifted that night.
A quiet, terrifying realization settled in my bones.
I was afraid of men.

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

And I was suddenly drowning in a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

Even with the strong wind howling outside and the heavy downpour of rain, accompanied by the occasional crack of thunder, I still managed to find my way to his house.

It was a weather for two, and I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to snuggle up to my man,

[Voices @voiceofawriter]

My heart pounded as I pressed my fingers against his chest, desperate to feel the steady thump of his heartbeat.
Nothing.
A cold wave of terror crashed over me.
The reality of what was happening hit me like a punch to the gut.
He wasn’t waking up.
He wasn’t breathing.