Anaiyah was on the phone with her mom, she insisted she could help, but I don't know how, she told me to 'just trust her.' I was just glad to be out of my house, happy that things for the time-being, were calm for me. In my state of mind, everything was already better. I didn't care what could happen in the next 5 minutes, hour, day...All I cared about was that I was with Anaiyah. I squeezed her hand, started crying, & thanked her. She told her mom she'd call her back, & hung up. She turned to me & kissed me, saying 'Isa, I'd give my life for you.' Knowing how sincere her words were when she said that, I just cried harder.
Finally, we got to Anaiyah's house. It was HUGE. Then, came the bombshell, as we walked in, Anaiyah's aunt & uncle were waiting. My parent's were on their way...to pick me UP! Her aunt said that unless Anaiyah could prove I was being abused, nothing could be done! I asked to use the bathroom quickly, I had to process this. When in the bathroom, I took some soap from their shower, writing on the mirror 'I can't go back, sorry'. Then, I took my nail clippers from my pocket, & using the nail file, very carefully, slit my wrists. I would not go back to being a prisoner I thought.
After a few minutes, I could feel the blood loss taking effect, a stumbled, Someone came running in, I thought it was Anaiyah, but things were blurry. I heard someone yell 'Get an ambulance' Then, I felt Anaiyah kiss me & heard her say 'I won't let you go back, I'll do everything in my power to prevent it' I heard nothing after that, I saw nothing, only black. Finally, was I dead? Was I finally done being a prisoner?