Despair and Betrayal (Part 3)
I would've liked to type more. but my laptop is running out of batteries...This is part 3 of the fictional story. if you are interested, you may want to read the first two parts first, or you may start here, Anyway you want. Comments are very welcome
Laura: (Chapter One:Golden Memories(continued)
When Laura walked down the staircase to the living room hours later(after Daddy had gone out for his Calming Medicine, aka, A-drink- in the pub and spending the rest of his night with the bar prostitutes), the first thing she saw was blood on the foot of the staircase. Just droplets. So dangerously, strangely fascinating...so red against the sparkling white, dustless floor..Like cherries, shy cherries, buried in the snow..
Then she saw Mummy, lying face down in the middle of the living room, her whole body quivering. Her blonde hair streaked with red, like a badly styled hairdo done by an inexperienced stylist...
There were also those cherry-like droplets of blood on the white floor around her...so many cherries in the snow......
'Mummy... ?'' She walked tentatively towards her mummy. As she had expected, her mummy gave no reply. Then Laura carefully brushed away Mummy's blonde-streaked-with-pink hair.
Anne Dawes's face was brusied. BADLY. Her whole face was almost purple. her lips swollened to the size of jumbo sausages. her eyes were the worst. (Or at least the worst thing on Mummy's face that Laura had seen. She knew Mummy's body was probably full of broken bones,,,) Like two bulging pockets on the top of her face, Mummy looked like soemething out of a horror movie...The Bride of Frankenstein or a poisoned corpse....
Oh yeah, Golden Moment Two wasn't very nice at all...
Laura slowly pressed the edge of the razor on her wrist, ready to pull it across her pulse. Hopefully, Laura thought, it would kill me instantly,,,before I could remember Golden Moment Three.
Mummy should've died or been badly hurt in Golden moment three. Laura thought as the razor drew the first beads of blood on the silvery blade.
There was no hitting, no screaming in Golden Moment One. Just the sobs and moans from Mummy, and the sizzling.
Sizzling?
Where did the sizzling come from anyway?
She gripped her razor harder as she began to remember..
(To be continued in Part Four)
When Laura walked down the staircase to the living room hours later(after Daddy had gone out for his Calming Medicine, aka, A-drink- in the pub and spending the rest of his night with the bar prostitutes), the first thing she saw was blood on the foot of the staircase. Just droplets. So dangerously, strangely fascinating...so red against the sparkling white, dustless floor..Like cherries, shy cherries, buried in the snow..
Then she saw Mummy, lying face down in the middle of the living room, her whole body quivering. Her blonde hair streaked with red, like a badly styled hairdo done by an inexperienced stylist...
There were also those cherry-like droplets of blood on the white floor around her...so many cherries in the snow......
'Mummy... ?'' She walked tentatively towards her mummy. As she had expected, her mummy gave no reply. Then Laura carefully brushed away Mummy's blonde-streaked-with-pink hair.
Anne Dawes's face was brusied. BADLY. Her whole face was almost purple. her lips swollened to the size of jumbo sausages. her eyes were the worst. (Or at least the worst thing on Mummy's face that Laura had seen. She knew Mummy's body was probably full of broken bones,,,) Like two bulging pockets on the top of her face, Mummy looked like soemething out of a horror movie...The Bride of Frankenstein or a poisoned corpse....
Oh yeah, Golden Moment Two wasn't very nice at all...
Laura slowly pressed the edge of the razor on her wrist, ready to pull it across her pulse. Hopefully, Laura thought, it would kill me instantly,,,before I could remember Golden Moment Three.
Mummy should've died or been badly hurt in Golden moment three. Laura thought as the razor drew the first beads of blood on the silvery blade.
There was no hitting, no screaming in Golden Moment One. Just the sobs and moans from Mummy, and the sizzling.
Sizzling?
Where did the sizzling come from anyway?
She gripped her razor harder as she began to remember..
(To be continued in Part Four)
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