Caroline.

I story i wrote when i was eleven. I had a lot of depth then.. didnt i ? it was and will remain incomplete.

 

They were fighting again last night... That was all she could hear... She could hear mother screeching in pain as her father abused her mother and destroyed what was left of her heart, freedom and respect. Caroline's father left that night and, as her mother says. Went down to the local pub and drowned his sorrows in alcohol... That was all he ever did now... And then that morning the local policeman knocked at her doors. Caroline's mother never told her what had happened but she would cry during dinner and she would hear her mother crying herself to sleep... Father had hung himself… And Mother was never the same after that...

Monday 1st April

Caroline woke up to the sound of banging at the house door, "Mother!" She shouted, "What is it?" The banging continued, "Mother!" Caroline continued. Her baby sister Margret cried, Caroline ran over to her sister and picked her up out of her cot, "What is wrong?" Genevieve asked as she ran into the room only with small candle flame lighting up the room, "I hear banging at the door." Caroline whispered, Genevieve walked down the wooden staircase into the dining room of there small home. "Who is it?" Caroline asked, "Mother?" Caroline continued she put her sister back into the bed and walked down the stairs. "Hello." A man in ragged clothes said as Lady Genevieve opened the old wooden door, "May I help you?" Genevieve asked as she stepped backwards, "Your money." The man pulled out a long pistol. Caroline gasped and turned around and walked quietly up the stairs... "I am sorry. I won't allow it." Genevieve said whilst going to close the door, "Wrong answer." The pistol gun made a large bang and she fell to the ground. Caroline walked downstairs to find all the money gone leaving a trail outside and a pool of blood of which her mother was lying in, "Mother." Caroline cried, "Please... Do not... Cry..." Her mother struggled to say, "Please do not leave me." Caroline wept, "I am... Sorry... But I... Want you... To... Know... I will... Always... Love you..." And she kissed her daughter on the cheek. A sparkling tear rolled down the face of Caroline's cheek and her mothers eyes slowly closed. Her hand dropped from Caroline's cheek, "Mother..." She cried. Caroline hugged her mother tight not wanting to let go. What else could she do? All alone... A baby sister only 7 months old... She was only a child...

Monday 1st April, 20 Years Later...

"Hurry up Margaret!" Caroline shouted, "I am coming." The girl replied, "Quickly or we are going to be late." Caroline grabbed Margaret’s arm and they ran out the door or a small wooden house. "I can't wait to see mum again, I have dearly missed her. It's been a week since we last saw her." Margaret said with a smile, "Can you... Can you stop speaking as if she is still alive?" Caroline asked, "I am sorry." Margaret said as she put on her summer hat. The carriage was filled with silence for a couple of seconds, "Have you done any new sketches?" Margaret asked her sister, "No. No I haven't, I haven't anytime to do so." Caroline opened her sketch book and sketches sketched with that of charcoal and oil pastel, "I still think they are exquisite, what beautiful texture used in the..." "Thankyou." Caroline closed the book and took it away from her sister’s hands.

Caroline stepped from the horse driven carriage and her glowing red hair sparked in the glow of the sun whilst Margaret's black hair rustled in the wind. Margaret was 20 years of age and quite intelligent for it. She studied the human mind and wanted to be the world's first psychiatrist although she did it secretly knowing that females weren't aloud to do that much thanks to the law. Caroline had long flowing red hair of which was layered and beautiful, she was a gifted artist and was told to be the one who could bring out the beauty in everything. She was quite tall and had not too many freckles, "I can't wait to see her." Margaret said as she picked some flowers from the garden and walked quickly into the cemetery, "Mother." Whispered Margaret, "I've missed you." "Stop it." Caroline shouted. Margaret stopped and turned to her sister, "I beg your pardon." "You heard me!" Caroline shouted, "Stop making it seem like she is still alive! It has been twenty years since she's died and you couldn't even talk! You can't speak as if you know her! Because you don't!" Caroline's eyes were tearing. Margaret stood in astonishment, the small daisies dropped from Margaret's hand and she picked up her dress and walked past her sister and walked down the dirt covered road, "Margaret!" Caroline shouted. Margaret did not reply. Caroline walked over to her mother's gravestone and looked at it; she ran her hand over the top of the tombstone and the inscriptions on it, "Why did you have to leave..." She said, "Why!" She banged the ground with her fist, she than collapsed in tears and lay in the grass next to her mother's grave, "Why."

"Margaret." Caroline said as she put her sun hat on the wooden table, "Margaret." Caroline looked all around the house and did not find her, "Where could she be." Caroline asked herself. The sun began to set over the ocean turning the clouds all sorts of colours and giving the water sparkles that were like little candles flames all lit up at different times. Margaret sat on a broken tree log under the apple tree near the edge of the cliff. There she had paper and some of Caroline's charcoal. "What are you doing...?” Caroline asked whilst trying to compete against the breaking waves on the side of the cliff, "Sketching." Margaret replied, "Why?" Caroline said, "Because I need to relax." Margaret said, "Oh. Ok." Caroline sat down, "I am sorry." She said. Caroline placed her hand onto her little sister's shoulder but Margaret nudged it off, "I know today is sad for both of us, but don't you think it's a bit hard on me?" Margaret then interrupted, "Why should I be thinking of you!?" She shouted, "Whenever is anything about me?" She asked, "I get a, A+ in school but it isn't important because you got into the advanced art class." Margaret went on, "It's always about me?" Caroline said, "Yes. Yes it is." Margaret replied, "So I work 12 hours a day for us. Not me. Us. To live in that cottage. I clean after you and I provide for you. I sell my art for money for goodness sakes! So I wouldn't be saying that it is never about you, because you have no clue about anything do you!?" Caroline shouted, "And guess what, you have a stupid dream that you never will go anywhere with. You will be a failure... A failure you hear me!" Caroline screamed at the top of her lungs, "I don't care about your art! I don't care about you! And I don't care about Mother! And Father! Or anybody!" Margaret snatched Caroline's sketchbook and threw it over the side of the cliff; Caroline watched it fall to the rocks below soon smashing and disappearing under the water. She got the charcoal and threw it into the water. Caroline stood amazed tears sparkled in her eyes, "You don't care." Caroline asked as a tear rolled down her face, "No. No I don't." Margaret said. Caroline slapped her across the face and walked into her home, "Than you can provide for yourself!" Caroline slammed the door shut. Rain began to fall and Margaret sat on the log crying. The sketch book slowly floated away into the forever darkness of the ocean. And the sun began to set...

Monday 8th April,

Journal Entry 132: My sister has been acting rather strange lately, I let her back into the house. What else could I have done!? Let her fend for herself? I don't see that happening anytime soon. I just... I just hope it wasn't because of the incident down at the cemetery. I didn't mean to upset her, she just aggravated me so much, and then she pushed me over the edge when she destroyed my sketch book. I couldn't hold it in, Sir. Wilson came around the other day looking for Margaret but she didn't wish to seem him. The only thing she does now is wait in her room, she hasn't even been reading about psychology or the human mind. Probably because she has learnt a lot about those things already I just hope she doesn't try to...

Caroline's train of thought broke as she heard a creeping coming from the room above her, "Margaret!?" Caroline shouted, "Are you still awake?" Caroline asked her sister. There was no reply, "Margaret?" Caroline said as she knocked on the wooden door, "Hello?" She slowly opened the door. On her sisters bed she was lying there underneath her blankets with a green candle glowing by her side, "Silly girl." Caroline laughed. She slowly crept into the room and over to the side table, just as Caroline bent down to blow out the candle Margaret woke up, "Please don't blow it out." Margaret cried, "What is the matter?" Caroline asked, "Nothing," Margaret said, "Nothing at all. Please leave me." Caroline looked shock at the difference in her sister's personality. "Now!" Margaret shouted. "Fine. But I am going into town," She walked over and opened her sister's curtains, "And I will be back soon and I expect you be up and ready we have a dinner reservation down the road and we have to run some errands before hand." Margaret groaned, "Well, good bye." Caroline walked out the door and Margaret sat up .Margaret put on her evening gown and went downstairs to light the fire. As she walked out she saw Caroline's journal sitting on the wooden chair, "She won't mind if I had a little look inside." Margaret slowly walked over to the chair and picked up the book, "Let's see what she's been writing about me.

Margaret began to read it.
Saturday 30th March,

Journal Entry 122: I don't know what to do with my life now, after last night I don't know how I could live on. I've been wanting to do something but I couldn't leave Margaret all alone, the local sheriff's haven't found anything about that man. But I don't know what I can do... I can't sleep at night fearing it will happen again, and I have recurring nightmares of that man, so drunk, breathe smelt of alcohol and teeth that stuck out all rotten. I just wish that night never happened, and the weather is so hot. I don't think I can cover up the bruises’ and marks he left. Oh my goodness.

Margaret just about broke into tears when she saw stains of tears all over the page. As she closed the book and stood up the door opened and Caroline walked through the door, "Margaret? I didn't think you would actually get up." Margaret stood with her back facing Caroline, "I guess you thought wrong." Margaret replied, "I suppose I had." Caroline said to her sister, "Anyway, do you want to come down to the Market with me? I found this adorable shop that has the most magnificent dresses in it." Caroline asked, "I thought it would be good to go for a walk on my own." She slowly slipped the book into her dress, "I just though we could get a new dress for this evening, make you look a bit better then you already do." "What is that supposed to mean?" Margaret snapped, "I just meant..." "It doesn't matter, I just wish to go for my walk." Margaret turned and pushed past her sister, "Oh, alright. Well, just be sure she get back early remember we have a dinner to go to!" Caroline shouted as the door slammed behind Margaret. Caroline put her coat on the chair, "I wonder where my... Oh no." Caroline ran to the back door and saw Margaret running along the beach, "Margaret!!!" Caroline screamed. "Margaret!!!" She watched her sister run off down towards the beach with the journal in her hands. "Margaret!"

Journal Entry 113: Ms. Violet Thompson came around today and wanted to see Margaret about something very important, something about getting a scholarship over to a university in New York. I didn't want to tell her though, but it is eating me up inside. The bad thing is if I don't tell her soon then the chance will go away.
Journal Entry 032: My paintings haven't been going very well, and my art teacher is thinking about putting me into a beginners class. I guess I'm just really frustrated with the way Margaret is being these days. She doesn't clean or work and she has these stupid dreams of becoming a psychiatrist. I don't think she'll end up getting anywhere in life.
Journal Entry 001: It is my birthday today and my wonderful little sister got me this book. I am so happy today and I don't know why, I mean it was yesterday 19 years ago that mother passed away. But I guess we shouldn't leave in the past. But I think that this year will be one of the best in my life.
Journal Entry 129: The doctor has given me anti-depressants I hope they work my friends are beginning to wonder why I look so sad again, they are also getting worried about the bruises and marks on my body. But I don't know why but I just, I feel so angry all the time now. I just want to scream at the top of my lungs. And destroy that man for what he did to me.

Margaret was sitting in the sand with the journal in her hands, she flipped through the pages distressed and worried for the life of her sister.

Entry 120: Margaret has been rather rude today, I don't know why but she has been so rude and annoying it hasn't been very pleasant. I wonder what has been happening recently. I hope she isn't still chasing that silly dream of hers. Entry 063: I accidently lost Margaret's paper on the human mind, I hope she doesn't get mad. Entry 131: I have been thinking about it a lot recently. Entry 123: I can't live like this anymore. Entry 130: The drugs aren't working. Entry 128: My sketches haven't been going well lately, I think I know why. Entry 076: The bills haven't been paid and the bank has given me six months before I move out. Entry 083: I still have paid hardly any of that bill yet, back is putting so much pressure on me, but I don't want to ask Margaret to get a job, she can't do anything. Entry 129: I've decided to do it...
Margaret broke out in tears.
I've written a note to Margaret and it is under my pillow until I decide to jump. I can't believe I am considering doing it, but how can I live like this. With scars over my body and the nothing inside of me, it feels like I have been robbed of all hope for a new world, I left Margaret everything. My art to sell, the house, the horses. I just can't live like this. The pills are still not working and I am getting more tired every day. I just want to fall asleep and never come back. Even at night as I lay asleep usually crying myself to sleep I never want to wake up. I tried it once, but I had no success, I just couldn't do it...

As Margaret closed the book and opened to the front inside cover she looked and saw a note she had written the previous year,
Dearest Caroline, I am hoping you a beautiful birthday and joy throughout the year. I give you this journal for you to write your darkness and inner most wonderful thoughts and secrets. I can't wait for it to be completely full of entries that you have written, also hoping none are about me. I Love You and Mother and Father love you as well, your wonderful sister, Margaret.

As she looked over to the cottage on the edge of the cliff she saw Caroline throw in her hat to the water, "Caroline..." Margaret said as she stood to her feet, Caroline looked down at her sister and jumped high into the air, soaring like a bird but then falling as fast as a rock down the side of the cliff. "No!" Margaret sobbed, she fell back down to her knees but then stood to her feet and began to run towards the cliff side... But she saw nothing, "Caroline!" She shrieked, as she looked out to the ocean; Caroline's pearly white hat with baby pink ribbons floated to Margaret's feet, "Caroline!!!" Her shrieked filled the air, "Caroline!!! No!!! Caroline!!!"

Tuesday 9th April

"Today we remember the young and talented Caroline." Margaret sat in pouring rain at a cemetery and watched her older sister slowly be lowered into the grave of which laid next to that of her mother's. Her gravestone that was written by Margaret said, "Loving Sister, talented soul thrown away by that of human rubbish." "The funeral is over," The paster said to Margaret who continued to sit in the never changing weather. "Miss?" He continued. But she blocked out his voice and watched the man cover her sister's coffin with the mud that was once dirt. As the hole was completely filled and the paster and the cemetery care taker walked away, Margaret walked up to the gravestone and placed a white rose on the grave, "I always loved you." As she walked away she pulled out her sister's journal, "May your secrets lay asleep with you." She dug a small hole and placed a leather covered diary inside. She walked away leaving a trail of rose pedals behind her, as she stepped into the carriage, she felt a chill cover her body and she closed the door with the grave still in view.

Author's Note

I'm sorry about grammar, spelling or things that might not have made sense. Or that you found confusing, because i was only eleven.. Do you remember your writing from back then?

Reviews

[WriterMe]

*grins* I wrote a whole book when I was 9 and a half =] 'The crystal castle' it was called. But I must say, for the work being written when you were 11, it was pretty intense. Yes, there were errors- but frankly? Who cares. It was a piece written when your imagination was just building up. I think people attach themselves, and you dont have to make it grammatically perfect. Leave it that way. It has a magical, innocent touch to it =]

[deeps]

This is a very well written story for a eleven year old.
It has a wonderful flow and theme.
The characters are even set in their ways.
This is wonderful, I like it.
Wonderful imagery and detail involved.
I found the write kind of peaceful, sad and moving.