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message 1: by Chandani (new)

Chandani  (milkduds920) It is late and you are so tired. You can’t help but hear the enraged screams of your parents from the other room. You lift the pillow over your head in a feeble attempt to drone out the sounds, but it does no good. The shouts are slowly becoming more fearful; pleading and they are coming closer. Suddenly your mother opens you bedroom door. She tells you that she is going to hide in your closet, and that if Roger comes in he can’t know where she is. She smiles shakily at you and you nod. Even though you are young you understand that your mother is in danger, and that you are responsible for her safety. She quickly slides into the closet and closes the door. You lie back down waiting for the worst to come. Waiting for the man. You hear him now, in the hallway. His voice shouting slurred cusses at your mother. His voice thick with an intoxicated stupor. He kicks open your door and you stiffen under the covers. Your breath becomes shallow and then quickens as he grabs you by the hair. He demands to know where your mother is, his eyes crazed and distant. You reply only in a whimper, you know you must not tell him where she is. You have to save your mother. He screams in your face, covering you with his drunken slobber. You begin to cry, for it is the only thing that you can do in this situation. You cry because you are scared and you cry because you are so very young, and you have been held with the responsibility of an adult. A small sound comes from the closet and your breath catches. You pray to god that he does not hear it. You close your eyes and silently beg for the monster to leave, but he does not. He drops you like a bag on the floor and rushes towards the closet. You lie there unable to do anything as he pulls your mother out by her hair. He asks her if she thinks that she can run, if she thinks that she can escape. Your mother only whimpers letting fat tears roll down her cheeks. He say’s and pulls his arm back, ready to swing. You cry for him to stop and your small plea fills the room, but he does not oblige, he does not even acknowledge. A sadistic grin creeps across his face as he launches his arm forward into your mothers face. You wince and cry even more at the audible crack of your mother’s facial features. You lie there and watch, for what seems like hours as the he beats her. Your mind and heart both long to go and aid your poor beaten mother, but your body is a cage, it has trapped you in fear. With every punch, you scream for your mother, you beg for the monster to stop, you do all that you can with your voice alone. But the voice of the tormented four year old goes unheard. You watch as he leaves the room, and you crawl to your mother’s broken and bloody body on the floor. You hold her and listen closely to the slow sound of her pulse. At that moment you feel hate that you did not know was possible. In that second you want nothing more than to make the monster suffer as much as he has made you. But you do not stand up, or confront the monster. You hold your mother in you’re small but able arms and bury that hate. Seal it deep inside of you, for you know that it will be of use to you,
Someday.




message 2: by Janeen-san (new)

Janeen-san  (misswannareadalot) | 855 comments um....that was dark. :/


message 3: by Cale_Steps (new)

Cale_Steps | 198 comments yah. how are we supposed to add onto it? that was a good prologue perhaps..very well written but rather depressing. extremely vivd..i give you props for that


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