Dead by Dawn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is another short story, actually my first short story. It's a lot shorter than my other one, and a different type of genre.

Submitted: November 17, 2011

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The summer sky blazed a cloudless afternoon in the small town, and B.O reeked across the entire city due to the extreme heat they were receiving.  In a tiny rundown shack in the trailer park, a young teen around the age of 14 named Madeline Valentine shivered despite the blistering heat.

Trembling, young Madeline faced her father, who towering over her with an angry glare.  She stuttered as she tried to explain to Jacque, her father, why she was late from school. Ignoring her pleas, Jacque stared at her, eyes alight with fury as hot as a thousand suns, and a small vein popping out on his neck.

Once again trying to explain that she had missed her bus, Madeline felt the sudden sharp pain of her father’s hand upon her cheek. Tears were brought to her eyes from the pain clinging to her cheek; she stumbled slightly, but caught herself before she tumbled to the cold, unwelcoming floor. Sweat poured down Jacques’ face as he shouted at her, and his dark brown hair clung to his sweaty cheeks, covering his beet red face. He stared at Madeline hard, and she cringed under his unwavering glare.

Just then, Madeline’s mother, Sophia, walked in with heavy steps that echoed in the sudden silence. In her hand was a shopping bag filled with clothes and food. Sophia looked at the two of them and took in the situation, only to realize they were arguing. With a apologetic glance at Madeline, She quickly made her way to her room, shoulders hunched in guilt as she pointedly ignored Madeline’s pleading stare.

A single tear rose to Madeline’s eye, and fell silently down her rosy cheek. She truly was alone, she realized depressingly. Glancing back to Jacque, Madeline realized he was still yelling at her, pulsing vein once again drawing her attention. His eyes seemed to bulge out oddly, and they were bloodshot.

“DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE C**T?!” Jacque bellowed, blistering fury clearly visible at her distraction. “That’s it! I’m done with you! Just clean the f**king mess you made, b***h. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson.” He said, voice lowering to a low holler, and pointed to the ashtray he had thrown upon the floor in a fit of anger.

Kneeling down with a neutral “Yes, sir”, Madeline took the broom and dustpan and began to sweep the cigarette butts and ash up. As soon as her knees touched the cold wooden floor, a wet sponge smacked in to her face, soaking her. She heard Jacques obnoxious laughter as his heavy footsteps thudded as left, finally leaving her alone. Ironic, she thought to herself, that although I’m disheartened about being alone, all I can feel is relief now that I finally am.

As soon as the door slammed shut, tears began to well in her eyes and stream down her face. “Maddie?” she heard faintly, but just passed it off as a fiction of imagination, until there was a light tap on her shoulder.

Wiping her eyes, Madeline wearily turned around, a headache forming behind her eyes. “Mom?” she said resignedly. She was slightly surprised to see her mother crouched there, eyes all swollen and red like she was crying as well. Sophia started at her voice, and made a frantic hushing sound, panic in her eyes.

“He mustn’t know I’m here!” Sophia whispered urgently, although her gaze softened after she took in her blotchy face, puffy eyes and red nose. Lifting a hand, she wiped a tear that had escaped Madeline’s eye, then rested her hand on her daughters’ cheek. Madeline relaxed and rested her face on her mothers’ hand, and closed her eyes ever so slightly. “How are you?” Sophia murmured whilst cradling Madeline’s’ face.

“Simply dandy” Madeline replied sarcastically. Her mother leaned forward and hugged her tightly, restricting air for a moment, but it felt nice to the injured soul. Madeline flinched vaguely at the sudden embrace, but soon slackened in her mothers’ arms. Too soon, Sophia pulled away. She jumped up, her movement rigid from fear, and bolted to her room. Soon after, Madeline heard her fathers’ footsteps heading towards her. The floor groaned under his weight, and she could smell the alcohol already. Jacque came out with a bottle of Jack in one hand, and a peculiar note in the other.

Madeline had but a moment to wonder what the note was before his voice boomed across the hall, slurred. “Come here, little Maddie, I just want to talk”. Shivers racked her limbs as she shakily stood up, arms crossed to fight off the oncoming chill that had nothing to do with the weather.

As soon as Madeline reached Jacque, he bellowed “Where’s your w**re of a mother?!” Again, Madeline’s attention was drawn to the pulsing vein that popped out when Jacque was angry. Bringing her attention back to the oncoming situation, she stared at him defiantly, not uttering a word. This only made Jacque angrier, and his eyes blazed with fury. “WHY YOU LITTLE B**TH, I OUGHTA...” He screeched, right before he shoved her in to the wall, knocking her out cold...

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After who knows how long, Madeline woke up with an excruciating headache. There was a thick sheet of fog over her mind, and it took a moment to come to. It was then she realizes what had waked her up was the unmistakable BANG of a gun. Getting up groggily, she stumbled to her mothers’ room, still trying to process what was going on in her half sleeping brain. What she saw next woke her up immediately. There was blood. A lot of it, and it was everywhere. ‘Blood’ that was all Madeline could think was, so much blood. With weak knees and trembling fingers, she grabbed the phone and punched in ‘911’, although it took a few tries.

*Ring, ring* “Hello this is 911, what is your emergency”

“They’re dead...They’re dead...The-they...” Madeline whispered, and the phone tumbled from her hands as realization set in. They were gone, never to come back. She silently sobbed and drew a shaky hand out and grabbed the first bottle of pills she saw. “Paroxetine” it read. It was her mothers’ antidepressants.

Madeline dumped the contents in the palm of her quivering hand, and with one last quiet sob, she tipped her head back, and swallowed them whole. Her vision blurred, she took a shaky breath, and then collapsed to the blood soaked floor. Dying thoughts of sitting on a swing laughing as Sophia pushed her; she closed her eyes and let the darkness embrace her.

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*Static* “Sergeant Fangor reporting Commanding Officer, over.”

*Static* “Commanding Officer Sullivan here, what is your situation? Over.”

*Static* “I’m at 210 Scottenson Road, and there appears to be several deaths. There is a female, age approximately 35, shot. A Male, approximately 40, stabbed another female; age approximately 16, drug over dose. All of them are dead, over.”

*Static* “Good grief, what the hell happened down there? Sergeant, report immediately to home base with full details, over”

*Static* “Yes, sir.”


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