I'm jumping back into MamaKat's writer's workshop, simply because I've missed it.
This week's prompt is simply:
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month
She loved movies. She loved sitting in dark anonymity and forgetting who she was for two hours. She loved watching somebody else's life parade before her and pretending it was her own. That way, at the end of the show, she always won.
She often wondered if the movie makers knew. Did they suspect there was a girl out there who needed to lose herself in their films? Could they possibly fathom that her sanity depended on it?
The special effects intrigued her the most. Slow motion, fast motion, repeating scenes, warped and distorted voices -- were the movie makers doing that for dramatic effect, or did that happen to them in real life?
It happened to her.
In real life, fists always came in slow motion. She could see punches coming from a mile back, but she could never get out of the way. The ensuing argument was always in fast forward. Arguing voices -- even her own -- were slurred and eerily warped, as if she were arguing in a tunnel. And the final door slam echoed over and over in her head.
The next day, people's looks were always magnified, their whispers intensified. They thought she could not hear them all the way across the lobby, but she could. So she held herself high and walked with dignity into the dark safety of the theater. They didn't understand her like the movie makers did.
And once again, for two hours, she would lose everything and come out a winner.