A Backwards StoryA Story by IcelannaA task I had to do in a writing course.A
Backwards Story
I closed the door behind me; I wondered how
long it would be before he noticed I had gone. I packed my bag with what little
items I owned, I already planned my escape months ago but I never thought I’d
put it into action. The throbbing gash my forehead wore oozed
rhythmic blood as a warm stream trickled away behind my ear. I could hear him
violently smashing up my household as I sat on my poorly padded bed with hot
tears running down my cheeks; the thick lump in my throat getting heavier. My bedroom was my little sanctuary, a small
plane place where I felt safe, until my horror would kick my door off its
hinges of course. My mother never fought back and I usually had to observe as
he pelted her petite body continuously, until that very day he struck once to
often: who’s he to play God? The blood from my forehead started to seep
as he struck me with a metal weapon. I fell to the floor in shock and stayed
down, trying to cower away. Kicks and punches was his favourite technique. I always feared going home from school,
knowing he lurked there, waiting in the darkness of my house. I wouldn’t dare
misbehave or fail with my school work, I knew what would happen if I did. He was a bully and thrived off the fact that
I was afraid of him so he would feel dominant and strong. I’d often sit up in
bed planning my escape but I couldn’t bear to leave my mother. I heard the grandfather clock in the hall
strike midnight signalling the arrival of a new day full of unpleasant expected
routines.
© 2013 IcelannaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 5, 2013 Last Updated on January 5, 2013 AuthorIcelannaWales, Caerphilly, United KingdomAboutHi guys! Sorry, I don't come on here all that often anymore. I'm busy in university and editing my book! I'm sorry If I haven't read any of your requests. Anyway, you can read the rest of "Madelin.. more..Writing
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