The horrific truth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
About a little girl named vilot who wakes up to the traumatizing screams of her mother(gemma) who is being belted by her step-father(jack). Vilot goes down stairs to get him off her, in the end gemma and vilot both die.

Submitted: August 20, 2012

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The Horrific Truth.  

It’s so beautiful here; clear blue sky, luscious green grass, animals running happily through the dani lions. But what was that noise? It was an ear piercing scream that could of sent shivers up anyone’s spine. It seemed echo out into the valleys before me. Another noise struck again that startled me. It was a familiar sound, the sound of finger nails slowly being dragged across a black board. The noise was that real I could almost feel the pain within my own finger nails. Within a few blinks I realized I was dreaming. I’m back to reality, now all I can hear is the painful traumatizing screams of my mother. THUD, THUD, THUD, as she gets dragged down the creaky wooden stairs. I quickly rose up out of my bed and barged through my door. I spotted my step-father (Jack) pulling mother up by the hair. He then started to punch her in the face several times.
“JACK GET AWAY FROM HER!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
I raced down stairs and attempted to pull the psychopathic off her. But all I got was an elbow to the face followed by me being thrown into the wall that already had multiply cracks and holes in it from the other week. I paused for a moment as I saw my own beloved mother who meant absolutely everything to me be kicked down to the ground and get thrown around. The pain in her eyes put a lump in my throat. Her pupils were dilated ad seemed colourless. But what use would I be facing a fully grown drunken men? Well it was worth a try... right? I managed to get myself off the ground and upon my feet. I felt dizzy and nauseous from the impact of my head colliding into the wall with such force; I threw myself at him and grabbed him around the neck. He seemed to gargle in surprise. I took a moment to look over at my mum laying there helpless and shortened of breath. My anger was like a screaming, raging person inside of me fighting to get out.  I got my two fingers on my right hand and plunged them into his eyes. As I swirled them around he screaming in agonising pain. But I just wasn’t that kind of person , I yanked  them out of the corner of his eyes. jack then grabbed my leg and slammed my aching body into the cabinet, then shortly dropped to the filthy stained carpet and arched his back up to the roof in pain. I remember him rambling on, but I couldn’t quite gather what he was saying. I then attempted to move over to mum. I gasped back that much, that I was choking on my own breath. The pain in my lower back was unbearable. It almost felt like someone was shoving spikey blades into me whilst twisting them in a circular motion. I screamed out in pain hoping someone, somewhere would hear me… nothing. I started to cry out in frustration. All of a Sudden I heard a sigh. I located my eyes into the direction it was coming from. It was Jack, he was crawling over to mum.
“MUM” I shouted with my very last breath.
I noticed he reached into his back pocket of his torn jeans. Thoughts were rushing through my mind. What could it be? I started thinking of the worse possible thing. My mind snapped into conclusion. I needed to do something, anything before it was too late. I reached up and got a good grip on one of the shelves from the cabinet. I struggled to pull myself up, but I knew that I had to. I waited for the right time, just when he pulled brown leather sachet out of his pocket, I sprung up ad swung at him at the best of my ability. He must of saw me in the corner of his eye and managed to grab my wrist and twist my arm.  But I didn’t scream and show him my pain. I’m never backing down to this monster that should of never been brought upon this world.
Jack slid a knife out of the sachet and looked at my mum whilst saying in the most unusual haunting voice
“Gemma, I cannot believe that I’m actually doing this”
He got a good grip on the knife with two hands and raised his hands up over my mums throat and slammed down the spikey tip right into her voice box. She lifted her hips above the ground and gasped for air. Jack slid the knife all the way down her body from her throat to her waist. Blood started rushing out of her mouth. My fists clenched as I watched mum go pale. My heart was racing a million miles; I thought it was going to jump right up out of my mouth. Tears started streaming down my cheeks and I just came to my senses and realized what just actually happened. I just witnessed the murder of my own mother. Who would actually do that in front of a child? Jack is nothing but a mentally sick minded person that deserves to rot in hell. I suddenly realized I would have been next. He would surely want to kill me now. I jumped up and ran for the front door. A strong force grabbed my leg and forced me down to the ground chipping my front tooth. I felt instant pain in my back. Then again and again. I was in that much shock that it took me a few minutes to figure out that I had just been stabbed more than four times at least. I felt a tingly sensation running up from my feet to my back. It spread across my body to my fingers. I no longer had feeling in my body. Blackness started coming in from the outside of my eyes to my pupils. I was dying and I wasn’t afraid. It will be the best thing for me after everything me and my beautiful mother have been through, we will finally be happy. Then nothing but blackness..


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