It was late, close to midnight on a blistering cold winter night in January. It was a mere twenty-seven degrees outside. The snow was just beginning to fall and I could feel icy flurries melt against my bounding head. As I gathered my bloody face off the pavement, I brushed the blood soaked hair from my eyes, to only feel the intense warmth of more blood flooding my cheek. I could only see blurred vision from the one eye that wasn’t yet swollen shut. I tried to pick myself up off the concrete, but the weakness of my body made me crumble back to my knees. The frozen sidewalk stung my bare legs as I came crashing back down. My body shuddered involuntarily in agonizing pain from the top of my head to soles of my feet. My thoughts were clouded and at my last attempt I now remembered why I was outside, unarmed for the elements and bleeding. Not again. How many times would I subject myself to the same nonsense? I knew it was sinful but I couldn’t find a way out. No matter how much I tried or how many times I went over my foolproof plan to escape I could never follow through with it. Something somehow always kept me plagued with fear and wouldn’t let me go. However the tables were now turned. Instead of trying to figure how I could get out, I was already on the opposite side of the door. At this moment he had given what I so desperately longed for … freedom. But was I really free…?
