No Handle Bars

Dimji never thought she'd get out. In her eyes, this house was a prison. There were chains on her ankles and she always wore black and white stripes. This house was gloomy and dark. At night, Dimji would cry. She would pray to God, that she would make it out alive. She talked to God all the time. Asked him to keep her safe at night. After awhile, she gave up. She started to believe that he wasn't real, after all the bruises that littered her body.

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Dimji walked down the street, crying. She just wished she could run away.

Her mom would find her. She always did.

Dimji decided to sit on the curb and watch the cars go by.

One particular car, a red one, sped down the road.

Filled with teenagers, she could hear laughter coming out the windows.

As they passed, they threw candy rappers and beer cans at her.

As she brushed off her shirt, she began to sob.

"God! Why aren't you listening to me? What did I do?!" she screamed.

She lied on the grass and rubbed her eyes.

She felt like garbage. She wanted to die. At least no one would miss her.

She could imagine her mom dancing on her grave.

More tears poured down her face.

She frowned and looked at they sky. She began to mutter "please" over and over.

God knew what she was talking about.

Then, from a distance, she heard a girl singing loudly.

It sounded almost like an angel to her.

She abruptly sat up and looked down the road.

There was a girl, riding her bike down the street. And her voice was gorgeous.

Dimji couldn't take her eyes off the girl.

As she came closer, Dimji's heart pounded hard.

As she sped pass, the girl smiled at her, and Dimji couldn't help but blush.

Dimji turned around, watching the girl ride around the park's circle.

As she rounded pass, she stopped her bike, quickly in front of Dimji.

"Why are you crying?" she asked, softly.

Dimji looked down, ashamed.

"I'm not."

The girl smiled again.

"I'm Emelia." she held out her hand.

Dimji looked up and grabbed her hand. She shook it and smiled.

"I'm Dimjiea, but you can call me Dimji."

"O.k, Dimji."

They looked at each other for a moment.

"You wanna see something really cool?" Emelia asked.

Dimji nodded.

Emelia turned around and sped off.

Dimji blinked. Was she really just going to leave like that?

Just when she lost hope, Emelia sped back.

Emelia was smiling, the wind blowing her hair just right.

As she rode past, she slowly released her hands from the handle bars.

She rose her arms and yelled, "I can ride my bike with no handle bars!"

Dimji smiled and clapped her hands.

This girl could just about be God-sent.

She lied back down on the grass and giggled.

"Thank you, God."