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((NOT PART OF THE SOMEDAY CHAPTERS!!!!!!!! this was also a nightmare.. not real.. though when i woke up, i felt sick.))
opening the door slowly, i walk out of my room causously with my i-pod headphones cranked to the max. i am almost to my destination, the bathroom, when i get a ripping pain in my ear. reaching up i automatically slap the tall figure who had, rudely, taken away my music. looking up i see my father's beet red face, my hand print glowing white.
'you stupid little b***h!!!' he screams loudly, swinging at me. his first punch missed me, the next hits me square in the stomach.i double over as the blows continue. my back, arms, face, sides, stomach. everywhere. my phone drops to the floor and skitters just out of my reach. i lay helpless and in severe pain on the floor, blood slowly trickling out of my mouth. the room spinning and the lighting, doing funny dances on the walls. the spots looking like shadows, spirits who had suffered the unnessisary wrath of their parents or siblings or spouce.. or significant other. he walks away, pure hatred in his eyes for the girl who lay on the floor, bleeding. once he dissappears into the living room, do i dare get up. my phone has gone into the kitchen, but still closer to me than him. i silently get my phone and walk, trying to hide my limp and grimases of pain. once back into my room and only then, do i let myself cry. it hurt when i breathed, when he tears rolled down my face. i crawl patheticaly into thecorner by my closet and dial a friends number.
'jess?' i whisper into the reciever, my voice cracking from the silent tears, 'my dad just hit me.'
'realy? what happened? are you ok?' she fired off questions like a good friend, but i needed her to listen.
'well... i slapped him first and he...' i barely got the words out of my mouth when my door banged open and he stepped in my darkened room.
'shut the hell up you lying b***h!' he yelled and flicked on my light. instantly i hear a yelp of pain. he held up his hand and there was blood oozing from the inch long gash on the side of his hand.
'ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING???' he screamed at me again. i cowered in my corner nad seen the blood om the tack, holding up my poster and realized what happened. screaming and ranting he blew everything off of my dresser, throwing shards of porcilin and glass everywhere. he ripped all of my friends unique pictures off of the wall and tore them in half. he threw my books into my computer and iwatched as the whole shebang crashed over the side of my desk. he continued ripping and shredding, screaming all the while, untill my whole room was spewed with glass and cloths and the reminants of 3 years in collecting anime. i sit in the corner and cry soundlessly, as i hear a terrified Jess on the other line, telling me she will help. im sorry jess you are wrong, you cant help.
im already dead.
~ADL
 MadameX_XLust · Sat Dec 12, 2009 @ 03:13am · 0 Comments |
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