Comp.2

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

Composition 2

Pleading, you are kicked out on the cold gravel floor, body trembling, and beads of sweat racing Lower, down your face. In a swift movement, he closes in towards you. Crawling backwards on Each hand, you stare into his lifeless eyes. You try to stand up, to regain any sense of power you Always thought you had. Without a second thought, he slams you back to the cold hard floor. As Silent tears begin to well in your eyes, you start to accept defeat. The rage in his eyes will be Endlessly unforgettable. As the dam bursts, not even your tears can put out the fire. Somehow, as … if picked up by an angel, you manage to stand up. You turn around, and try to run. Your leg is Harassed by his hand, and you meet the darkness of the pavement once again. Overcome by fear, Everything inside you is weakened. Your little brother exits the house and looks at you, glowing Lightly with innocence. The glow begins to fade as you meet another blow from his rubber-soled Plastic boots. You gather all the remaining air in your lungs, and expel it upon the world as you …scream for help. Your brother’s glow fades as you beg him for help. Unfortunately, he is Much too young to understand you, and his dad commands him back into the house once again. Every last lifeline is lost, as you struggle for breath. Blinding pain fills you from head to toe. …It feels as though this is the true essence of apocalypse. You wish you could flee to somewhere Safe. However, there will not be a safe place. Your home, the place where you once felt secure Obstructs your way into safety. It stares into your soul as you are being decimated. Your dignity Must be washed away with your blood, sweat and tears. The pain is too much to handle. You try Everything to scream for help, but to no avail. Where is this god of yours? What did you do Blatantly wrong? You try your best at school, you try to please your parents and lose their Overbearing hate for you. You Try. Taking beating after beating, today might just be the last Day you see the light again. It is so fucking hard to see all of your happiness and effort being Yelled down the drain by them. It isn’t fair, it’s just not fair. Losing breath, grasping your throat …savoring any last bits of air before you finally break. Daddy, please unleash your final blow…


Submitted: November 14, 2010

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