PrologueA Chapter by SimplyDisastrousP r
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One, two, picks up
her shoe. “Get back here, you
ungrateful little b***h!” Three, four, locks
the door. The monster is coming. “Open this door! Open
this f*****g door right
now!” Five, six, she
panics. She wonders how she will get out of this. She starts to pray. Seven, eight, she
goes into a mental state, rocking back and forth on the cold floor of the dark
basement, where her only friends are the rats that live there. There is a lump
in her throat and she is unable to stop herself from shaking. Nine, ten, will things
get better? She prays again. Eleven, twelve, the
monster gets frustrated and starts running up against the closed door, trying
to get it to burst open, whilst the little girl inside rolls onto a book
shelve. Before long, there is
a horrible cracking sound and a loud thump and the door is broken down. Her
mother appears in the bright light of the entryway, her hair a disarray and her
face an ugly, bloody mess. The little girl does not make a sound. She is
careful to stay perfectly still. She’s been here
before. She knows how things work. Soon, things will be back to normal, she
convinces herself. Soon, her mother will resort to only beating her again,
instead of trying to outright kill her. And things will be perfectly fine. “Alex,” Her mother
rasps, limping around. Her eyes search the darkness, her fingers tightening
around the big steak knife in her hand. “Where are you, you little runt?” “You know,” Her
mother continues in a drunken slur, nearly tripping over a box of an overturned
cart. “From the minute you were born I knew you were a mistake”. This hurts the little
girl but she holds back the tears that threaten to fall. If she makes a sound,
she will be found out, if she is found out, then she will be killed. And she doesn’t
want that. “But Harry, he
thought you were just about the sweetest thing he ever saw,” She makes a
disgusted sound in the back of her throat, furiously shaking her head, as if to
shake the images out of her head. “Disgusting. As far as I’m concerned, Alex,
you were worthless then and you’re just as worthless now”. A loud screeching
noise fills the entire room as she runs her knife all against the wall, quietly
laughing to herself, a laugh like an evil witch’s cough. “Get out here, Alex. I
want to get this damn thing over with. I don’t got all f*****g night for this.
I got a life, you know. Unlike you”. The urge to laugh
tasted like strawberries in the back of Alex’s throat. Ha ha ha, she wanted to
say to her. If you really had a life you wouldn’t be doing this, trying to
murder your own daughter. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep in the
words, but she had been waiting for so long to say them. “Show yourself!” Her
mother staggers around. “You hear me, you little b***h? Get out here this minute!
Stand up for yourself for once, goddamn crybaby. I’ve been waiting for the day
you’d grow up”. Alex’s heart sinks to
the bottom of her stomach and her fists curl up at her sides. She couldn’t take
it anymore. She just couldn’t take it. This was all just too much to handle,
too much to bear. There is no way she would stand for this. Not anymore. Grow up? She thinks
darkly. Sure, I’ll do just that. © 2010 SimplyDisastrousFeatured Review
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14 Reviews Added on July 6, 2010 Last Updated on July 6, 2010 AuthorSimplyDisastrousHartford, CTAboutHey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..Writing
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