cw: domestic abuse
Despite being a girl,
I’ve always liked
video games
with the
bright colors,
challenges,
stories, and
heroes.
I used to prefer books
as I had more imaginary freedom
over the characters and scenery
until I learned my mom was screaming for him to stop.
But really,
the sound effects in video games
are amazing.
I feel like I’m my character!
Moreover, the music
for this game
makes me feel like
I really can save the world.
If I can save
their world,
then why can’t I
save ours?
I’ll study well,
make a vaccine,
save endangered wildlife from extinction,
solve world hunger.
I want to be a nameless hero
just like my favorite characters
who do it simply out of responsibility
instead of fame or fortune.
If I just
leave
my bedroom…
Can I really do anything
if I can’t even
save
my mom
from one man?
"Save the galaxy by…"
My character chimes.
No!
I’ll do it this time.
I’m done being a little kid.
I’ll save her.
But
how?
No book
video game
or class
has taught me how to save my mom.
The feelings
are returning now.
Dread, agony, and disgust materializes
as I recognize my face in the mirror.
Silence.
There is no character theme
if I disregard the sound of my mom crying.
Instead, I observe the boring figure in the mirror with no sharp angles or colors.
He left when I was deep within the pool of self-loathing,
claiming he’d get himself something to eat
as us women haven’t prepared food for weeks,
shelves bare.
When I leave my room for the first time in days,
my mom greets me with a smile,
pretending like she wasn’t just crying.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Sweetheart,” she says, voice wavering.
I can smell him on her.
“Do you mind making him food to eat?”
“No.” I reply as I peer into the empty cupboards.
