My mom was a blonde hair, blue eyed beauty. But that was before. Now she was skinnier than a dog with worms. Her hair had turned a dark gray, just like her eyes. It had happened to me too. I was beautiful once just like my mother. And my 15 year old sister was beautful too. Actually, she still is. But it's changing. She's going crazy. Just like the rest of us. That couldn't happen to her.
I closed my eyes.
We're all beautful again. And dad is by our side. I'm in college.
I opened my eyes.
The reality was about as different from my fantasy as a house was from a box. They were yelling, again.
"You think you can get away with this? You're so wrong. I know what you've been doing! Who you've been doing!"
"God Mary, shut the hell up! What ay do is me buisness!"
"You're wrong Frank! YOU'RE WRONG!"
smack
My mother hit the floor, unconscious. Now that she was down there was nothing stopping our stepdad, Frank, from having his way with my little sister Tara. Nothing but me. And he seemed to figure that out.
I ran for the stairs, but I wasn't quick enough. He grabbed my foot and I face-planted into the stairs. "Tara run into your room! Lock your door!" I knew I'd pay for that. I got pounded on the back of my head. This wasn't just for me anymore, I had to stay awake and consciouse.
It was so hard. The darkness was taking me under. Tara. My body was already weak from hunger. All the pain just made it harder to stay awake.
I had to stay awake. I allowed myself to keep my eyes closed. Maybe I could pass as knocked out to him.
I felt his gritty hands move under me and I knew he was about to throw me off the stairs. I couldn't even flinch. He threw me alright. My head landed on our dirty tile floors and I opened my eyes. I saw the puddle of blood near my head. I had to act fast before the loss of blood knocked me out or killed me.
I crawled to the kitchen. I stood up with shaky legs and grabbed a towel. I then filled it with ice. It was best to numb the bruise before it showed up, so I've learned. I tried to run to my mother's bedroom, but I ended up falling. I crawled the rest of the way.
I got myself up with the support of the dresser and opened the top drawer. I pulled out the gun and checked to see if it was loaded. I had three bullets. Three chances.
I walked out of the bedroom and was nearing the stairs when I heard Tara scream. He must have just now got the door open.
Climbing the stairs was my biggest challenge but the screams coming from the bedroom made me go fast. When I reached the top of the stairs I saw the open door.
Chance 1
I shot the gun and it landed right above Frank's head.
Most people would grab their victim at this point and use them to cover themselves up. But Frank wasn't that smart.
He walked towards me. "Guess ay should've killed ye when I had the chance."
He took another step closer.
"Don't move. I'll shoot." He came to a standstill.
"No ye won't. If ye were gon shoot, I'd be shot. So git down 'em steps an' leave 'fore I break ur neck. Cause ye know ay'd do that."
He took another step
Chance 2
I shot the ground right infront of where he was standing.
He smiled. "Ye sho' is perty. But ye got no aim."
"I said I'd shoot. Not that I'd shoot you."
I looked back at Tara. Her face was pale white and sweaty. She looked terrified. "Don't do it Kiki. Don't do it!" she screamed at me. Frank looked back at her.
"Ye done wont ur daddy dead?" He laughed loudly. "Ay wont ye dead. But not 'til ay finished with ye." He laughed again.
"Don't flatter yourself Frank. I want you dead. And you're not my dad. I just don't want your filthy life to be on my sister's mind all the time." She spoke with such clearity. No fifteen year old should ever have to live with what she's gone through.
I thought of the good times. When dad was still alive. Mom was happy and beautiful. I did beauty pagents with Tara. We had trophies and money. And we were happy. We had a big house, so much love, and all the time in the world. Then dad got sick. And our huge white house turned empty and gray.
Then it turned black with cold hatred, and it was Frank's fault.
I looked at him straight in the eye. "Don't worry about it Tara. Better you then me."
Frank took a leap at me.
Chance 3
I closed my eyes and shot.
"Frank!" When I opened them I was covered in sweat. My shirt was twisted up and my shorts felt tight on my stomach. My hair was ratted and my eyes grew hot with tears.
"He's dead. He's gone. You're safe. We're all safe." I looked into the eyes of not only my sister, but my roomate in college.
"Thanks Tara."
"Well, you woke me up Kiki." She smiled down at me.
Tara was right that day. It was on my mind. But only in the night. I looked around the room. It was clean.
And. . . packed?
"Tara, what's today?"
"Today, you graduate college, leave the dorms, and I get a new roomate."
"How long has it been since. . .that day?"
"Four years and some months. Relax."
I looked at her.
"It was just a dream."
I closed my eyes.
We're all beautful again. And dad is by our side. I'm in college.
I opened my eyes.
The reality was about as different from my fantasy as a house was from a box. They were yelling, again.
"You think you can get away with this? You're so wrong. I know what you've been doing! Who you've been doing!"
"God Mary, shut the hell up! What ay do is me buisness!"
"You're wrong Frank! YOU'RE WRONG!"
smack
My mother hit the floor, unconscious. Now that she was down there was nothing stopping our stepdad, Frank, from having his way with my little sister Tara. Nothing but me. And he seemed to figure that out.
I ran for the stairs, but I wasn't quick enough. He grabbed my foot and I face-planted into the stairs. "Tara run into your room! Lock your door!" I knew I'd pay for that. I got pounded on the back of my head. This wasn't just for me anymore, I had to stay awake and consciouse.
It was so hard. The darkness was taking me under. Tara. My body was already weak from hunger. All the pain just made it harder to stay awake.
I had to stay awake. I allowed myself to keep my eyes closed. Maybe I could pass as knocked out to him.
I felt his gritty hands move under me and I knew he was about to throw me off the stairs. I couldn't even flinch. He threw me alright. My head landed on our dirty tile floors and I opened my eyes. I saw the puddle of blood near my head. I had to act fast before the loss of blood knocked me out or killed me.
I crawled to the kitchen. I stood up with shaky legs and grabbed a towel. I then filled it with ice. It was best to numb the bruise before it showed up, so I've learned. I tried to run to my mother's bedroom, but I ended up falling. I crawled the rest of the way.
I got myself up with the support of the dresser and opened the top drawer. I pulled out the gun and checked to see if it was loaded. I had three bullets. Three chances.
I walked out of the bedroom and was nearing the stairs when I heard Tara scream. He must have just now got the door open.
Climbing the stairs was my biggest challenge but the screams coming from the bedroom made me go fast. When I reached the top of the stairs I saw the open door.
Chance 1
I shot the gun and it landed right above Frank's head.
Most people would grab their victim at this point and use them to cover themselves up. But Frank wasn't that smart.
He walked towards me. "Guess ay should've killed ye when I had the chance."
He took another step closer.
"Don't move. I'll shoot." He came to a standstill.
"No ye won't. If ye were gon shoot, I'd be shot. So git down 'em steps an' leave 'fore I break ur neck. Cause ye know ay'd do that."
He took another step
Chance 2
I shot the ground right infront of where he was standing.
He smiled. "Ye sho' is perty. But ye got no aim."
"I said I'd shoot. Not that I'd shoot you."
I looked back at Tara. Her face was pale white and sweaty. She looked terrified. "Don't do it Kiki. Don't do it!" she screamed at me. Frank looked back at her.
"Ye done wont ur daddy dead?" He laughed loudly. "Ay wont ye dead. But not 'til ay finished with ye." He laughed again.
"Don't flatter yourself Frank. I want you dead. And you're not my dad. I just don't want your filthy life to be on my sister's mind all the time." She spoke with such clearity. No fifteen year old should ever have to live with what she's gone through.
I thought of the good times. When dad was still alive. Mom was happy and beautiful. I did beauty pagents with Tara. We had trophies and money. And we were happy. We had a big house, so much love, and all the time in the world. Then dad got sick. And our huge white house turned empty and gray.
Then it turned black with cold hatred, and it was Frank's fault.
I looked at him straight in the eye. "Don't worry about it Tara. Better you then me."
Frank took a leap at me.
Chance 3
I closed my eyes and shot.
"Frank!" When I opened them I was covered in sweat. My shirt was twisted up and my shorts felt tight on my stomach. My hair was ratted and my eyes grew hot with tears.
"He's dead. He's gone. You're safe. We're all safe." I looked into the eyes of not only my sister, but my roomate in college.
"Thanks Tara."
"Well, you woke me up Kiki." She smiled down at me.
Tara was right that day. It was on my mind. But only in the night. I looked around the room. It was clean.
And. . . packed?
"Tara, what's today?"
"Today, you graduate college, leave the dorms, and I get a new roomate."
"How long has it been since. . .that day?"
"Four years and some months. Relax."
I looked at her.
"It was just a dream."
We said Goodbye
But it should have been
See you soon
Goodbye sounds so final
We will see each other soon
It might be a week, a month or a year
But today is only a small peice of life
We are never far away
No one is ever truly gone
If they are in your heart
They're there forever
Even death can't seperate people
Feelings are forever
We are saying hello
It has been a month
But we are never seperate
I'll love you forever
Thats what we said
It is still true
Nothing has changed
I am the same
You are the same
When we said goodbye
I never thought you would go
We have been friends
As long as I remember
I remember goodbye
Like it was yesterday
As the car drove
Further and further
Away from me
A single tear in my eye
And now
Another tear
But this time it is of
Happiness and joy
I have missed you
Now you are back
And we shan't ever say
Goodbye again
Even with death
For you shall be in my heart
Forever
I love you
But it should have been
See you soon
Goodbye sounds so final
We will see each other soon
It might be a week, a month or a year
But today is only a small peice of life
We are never far away
No one is ever truly gone
If they are in your heart
They're there forever
Even death can't seperate people
Feelings are forever
We are saying hello
It has been a month
But we are never seperate
I'll love you forever
Thats what we said
It is still true
Nothing has changed
I am the same
You are the same
When we said goodbye
I never thought you would go
We have been friends
As long as I remember
I remember goodbye
Like it was yesterday
As the car drove
Further and further
Away from me
A single tear in my eye
And now
Another tear
But this time it is of
Happiness and joy
I have missed you
Now you are back
And we shan't ever say
Goodbye again
Even with death
For you shall be in my heart
Forever
I love you
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I am happy without a smile
I am soaring across the whole world
I am swimming in a green paper bath
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I am full of love
I am the most estatic person in the world
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I am a wealthy without any money
I am a baseball without a mit or bat
I am a whole heart without the other half
I am happy without a smile
I am soaring across the whole world
I am swimming in a green paper bath
I am a home runner
I am full of love
I am the most estatic person in the world
I am a writer with endless possibilities
I am a girl with all the time in the world
I am a person with a world of chances
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