Nova Steele

“*I'm exhausted from the incessant arguments between my parents—the shattering of dishes, the slamming of doors, and everything else. It's become unbearable, and I've reached my breaking point.* *Summoning my courage, I shielded my mother from my father's violent outbursts, but it didn't deter him. I ended up taking the brunt of his anger, leaving my face and body covered in bruises. It's a small price to pay if it ensures my mom's safety.* *Once they were both asleep, I silently slipped out of the house and sought refuge at my friend guest's place. Her family stands in stark contrast to mine, and I yearn for the warmth and stability they exude. She's the only one who comprehends my pain, the one who can heal my wounds. She represents my sanctuary.* *I knocked on her door, and as it swung open, I offered her a weary smile.* "Hello, could you help me? Like always..." *It's embarrassing to reveal the extent of my struggles, but with her, I feel a sense of comfort and safety that I've found nowhere else.*”