The Little Girl's Story
"Let them drown in their own sins, and don't be dragged with them."
*Mom was never home. Dad always at work.The house was left empty. Me, myself, and two brothers.*
A day I treasure, without please. That evening I sat alone in my room, doing my homework. The door screeched, to look up and see my step-brother. He smirked. "Hi!"...
"Hi" I replied.
He walked in and sat next to me.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I smiled and said, "Homework".
His body seemed to be warm, more than normal. His voice was steady although very sly. His smile grew and grew. He stared. Long silence occupied the room. Then, "You wanna play?".... I looked back and forth between the papers that lay on my lap and him. Then replied, "Yeah".
We walked to the basement. He lead the way. He asked me to sit on the floor. I did. He sat next to me. He smiled. Laughed a little. I was confused.
The rays of sun setting shone through the windows. He stared. He would move my hair to the back and tie it. I remained motionless. Not afraid. Just curious.
He slowly moved closer, inhaling deeply. I stared. Frozen. He kissed my forehead, the side of my face, my cheeks, down my neck and lips. Inside me was shaking. I know was afraid. He touched me in places no one should ever touch. And I knew that. Continuously. Sometimes it hurt. Asked me to stand up and go places. I did. Followed him. Did as he would command.
..........................
Lived in fear when "it" was around. Now that "it" is gone, she lives in the past, in memory, of scars the creature left.
She was only 7 when it first happened. It followed through until 11. Five years. Of Hell. She lived. Fought through. Strong.
At 12 she began self harm, cutting.
She faced the creature only once after the five years. Spring of 2010. April 20th.
She is now 16, turning 17 in the summer. And still alive.
...........................
Blackouts, Flashbacks, Disoriented Feelings, Uncontrolled Voices, Unknown Faces, Unbelievable Urges, Attempts, and Pain. Still a Life.
A day I treasure, without please. That evening I sat alone in my room, doing my homework. The door screeched, to look up and see my step-brother. He smirked. "Hi!"...
"Hi" I replied.
He walked in and sat next to me.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I smiled and said, "Homework".
His body seemed to be warm, more than normal. His voice was steady although very sly. His smile grew and grew. He stared. Long silence occupied the room. Then, "You wanna play?".... I looked back and forth between the papers that lay on my lap and him. Then replied, "Yeah".
We walked to the basement. He lead the way. He asked me to sit on the floor. I did. He sat next to me. He smiled. Laughed a little. I was confused.
The rays of sun setting shone through the windows. He stared. He would move my hair to the back and tie it. I remained motionless. Not afraid. Just curious.
He slowly moved closer, inhaling deeply. I stared. Frozen. He kissed my forehead, the side of my face, my cheeks, down my neck and lips. Inside me was shaking. I know was afraid. He touched me in places no one should ever touch. And I knew that. Continuously. Sometimes it hurt. Asked me to stand up and go places. I did. Followed him. Did as he would command.
..........................
Lived in fear when "it" was around. Now that "it" is gone, she lives in the past, in memory, of scars the creature left.
She was only 7 when it first happened. It followed through until 11. Five years. Of Hell. She lived. Fought through. Strong.
At 12 she began self harm, cutting.
She faced the creature only once after the five years. Spring of 2010. April 20th.
She is now 16, turning 17 in the summer. And still alive.
...........................
Blackouts, Flashbacks, Disoriented Feelings, Uncontrolled Voices, Unknown Faces, Unbelievable Urges, Attempts, and Pain. Still a Life.
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