Chapter 4: Growing Pains.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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I am walking.. walking somewhere familiar. The negative energy gets stronger as I walk toward it. There are distant cries all around me. I walk faster and faster until I was running. And then I see it. The boy is sitting in a corner, crying. His cries seemed to be echo-ing off in all directions, until they all mash together and surround me with maniacal laughter. I would sit in the centre of it all, my hands over my ears, trying to block it all out. No matter how much I try to shut my eyes, images of the bloody abortion and my baby brother being thrown into the trash with all the other unwanted babies, flashed beneath my eyelids.

 

"Do you know how it feels?" he would say, standing over me with nothing but pain, carved deep into his pale features. 

 

Then before I could answer, I was back in my bed, sweating bullets. My clammy hands would grip the covers tight until my knuckles turned white. This nightmare had been haunting me for several nights now. I would wake up in a panic, always trying to find a way to tell him that I did understand how it feels to be abandoned and not wanted. The smell of rotting wood however, would calm me down as I struggled to fall back into a restless sleep.

 

? ? ? ? ? ? ?

 

"It hurts.. please stop.." I heard myself beg, hoping he'd stop trying to hurt me. His rough hands held my hips in place as I tried squirming away from the monster he was. 

 

"Sara, it's okay." He seemed to have learnt my name from earlier on when my mother had forced me out of bed to satisfy him.

 

"Stop calling my name!" I snapped, kicking his body away from mine and getting up off him as fast as I could. His hand reached up to grab my ankle, sending me falling to the ground with a loud thud. A sharp pain jabbed into my ribs as I accidentally hit the edge of a metallic chest. I grabbed it's sides to pull myself up, but felt his hand tighten around my ankle.

 

"Why are you doing this?!" I screamed, the tears already streaming down my face no matter how much I tried to stop them. 

 

"Because I paid good money." His huge body crushed down on my small one, leaving me breathless. I jerked my head way as he inched his pimply face closer to mine. It was too late now. No one would hear my hopeless pleas.

 


Submitted: May 30, 2012

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have faith in purple

Nice story, Kmu?

Thu, September 25th, 2014 5:56pm

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