One Night...

Started by Psychotic_Demon February 19th, 2005 11:22 AM
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Age 31
In waiting.
Seen April 1st, 2008
Posted January 19th, 2008
5,127 posts
19.1 Years
This is just a quick simple story I wrote. Its actually a scene from my past. Maybe if I write it out, or talk to someone, it'll stop haunting me. MW isn't working right now, so excuse the spelling mistakes if there are any.

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One Night...

"What the hell are you still doing up for?!" I often heard this drunken voice when he stumbled through the door, leaning against its frame to keep himself up. It was around 12 midnight, and my little sister, Kimberly, had woken up from a bad dream.

We were sitting on the couch that was against the wall, next to the grandfather clock. It chimed, annoucing that it was officially 12:00.

I tried to speak. I really did. But when a drunk man walks into your house with a glass bottle in his hand its kind of hard to. Its hard to speak when you know no matter what excuse you make up, your still going to get hurt. It was hard just looking at him.

"I.... Kimberly.... We....," Was all I could manage to say.

A small frightened voice spoke up. "It was my fault," She had tears running down her cheeks, and was shaking more than before. Both of us knew the consequences. "I had a bad dream...." Her voice trailed off.

There was a long silence. At least it seemed like a long one. I couldn't let him hurt Kimberly. "Please, we'll go right to bed and fall asleep right away! I was just trying to calm her down." Kimmy's nightmare was actually about our mothers boyfriend. She said he had gotten home late, as usual, and then mention something about me. I wasn't really listioning to that part. I wish I had.

"OUT! GO TO YOUR ROOMS NOW!!!" He shouted. I had just said we would. Asshole.

Before Kimberly or I could react, a glass bottle was flying through the air at us, aimed at my face. Thats great, just use us for target practice. I love you too.

"Kimberly, move!" I shouted. She didn't see it, so I pushed her out of the way, falling to the ground and covering my head all at once. Its surprizing how fast one can move when they're in danger. The bottle shattered against the wall, and glass flew everywhere. Something sharp slashed across my back, skimming the surface of my skin. I could feel warm liquid oozing out of my cut.

Kimberly dashed up the stairs, but I stayed where I was, in too much pain to move, to even breathe. I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to punch him, kick him, hurt him, make him pay for the past few months. My blood was starting to drip onto the floor. But, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't even utter a word, let alone hurt him.

*~*~*~*

"Did it hurt?" Kimberly asked, watching me try and clean my new cut. She had some scratches on the back of her leg.

"Yeah," I said, wincing.

"Did you cry?"

"No."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" I turned around, looking at her. She was near tears again. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes, bitting her lip. Poor kid. Six years old and having to live through this.

"How..." She was having trouble finding words. I sat down on my bed next to her, taking her hands in mine. Finally, she knew what to say.

"How are you so strong? How can you be so brave?" She started crying again, leaning against me. I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her.

"Kimberly," I began, wanting to cry with her. But I couldn't. She needed me, and I needed her. "I don't know."

She continued. "You're so calm and smart, and you'll face up to that monster. I hope he burns in Hell."

"Kimberly, don't use those words," That was my fault. I had said that in front of her once.

"I'm sorry its just... Your so strong, so... so caring, so kind. I wanna be like you..." She stopped crying, but still didn't move. I felt sorry for her.

I smiled gently, looking her in the eye. "But you are. To live through this at your age is strong and brave." She smiled back at me, sniffing. We sat there the rest of the night, just talking. I doubt I'll ever forget that one night, not because of the scar on my back, not because of the man who helped ruin my life, but because of that one little girl named Kimberly, and all she survived through.

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Well, there you have it. Nothing fancy, just a relief.

Partners in Crime with Thalen.
We will loot you, b*tches.


Card by Capalex65
Seen March 30th, 2005
Posted March 11th, 2005
1,912 posts
18.6 Years
This is just a quick simple story I wrote. Its actually a scene from my past. Maybe if I write it out, or talk to someone, it'll stop haunting me. MW isn't working right now, so excuse the spelling mistakes if there are any.

~~~~~~~~~~

One Night...

"What the hell are you still doing up for?!" I often heard this drunken voice when he stumbled through the door, leaning against its frame to keep himself up. It was around 12 midnight, and my little sister, Kimberly, had woken up from a bad dream.

We were sitting on the couch that was against the wall, next to the grandfather clock. It chimed, annoucing(announcing) that it was officially 12:00.

I tried to speak. I really did. But when a drunk man walks into your house with a glass bottle in his hand its kind of hard to. Its hard to speak when you know no matter what excuse you make up, your(you're) still going to get hurt. It was hard just looking at him.

"I.... Kimberly.... We....," Was all I could manage to say.

A small frightened voice spoke up. "It was my fault," She had tears running down her cheeks, and was shaking more than before. Both of us knew the consequences. "I had a bad dream...." Her voice trailed off.

There was a long silence. At least it seemed like a long one. I couldn't let him hurt Kimberly. "Please, we'll go right to bed and fall asleep right away! I was just trying to calm her down." Kimmy's nightmare was actually about our mothers(mother's) boyfriend. She said he had gotten home late, as usual, and then mention something about me. I wasn't really listioning to that part. I wish I had.

"OUT! GO TO YOUR ROOMS NOW!!!" He shouted. I had just said we would. Asshole.

Before Kimberly or I could react, a glass bottle was flying through the air at us, aimed at my face. Thats great, just use us for target practice. I love you too.

"Kimberly, move!" I shouted. She didn't see it, so I pushed her out of the way, falling to the ground and covering my head all at once. Its surprizing(surprising) how fast one can move when they're in danger. The bottle shattered against the wall, and glass flew everywhere. Something sharp slashed across my back, skimming the surface of my skin. I could feel warm liquid oozing out of my cut.

Kimberly dashed up the stairs, but I stayed where I was, in too much pain to move, to even breathe. I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to punch him, kick him, hurt him, make him pay for the past few months. My blood was starting to drip onto the floor. But, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't even utter a word, let alone hurt him.

*~*~*~*

"Did it hurt?" Kimberly asked, watching me try and clean my new cut. She had some scratches on the back of her leg.

"Yeah," I said, wincing.

"Did you cry?"

"No."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" I turned around, looking at her. She was near tears again. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes, bitting her lip. Poor kid. Six years old and having to live through this.

"How..." She was having trouble finding words. I sat down on my bed next to her, taking her hands in mine. Finally, she knew what to say.

"How are you so strong? How can you be so brave?" She started crying again, leaning against me. I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her.

"Kimberly," I began, wanting to cry with her. But I couldn't. She needed me, and I needed her. "I don't know."

She continued. "You're so calm and smart, and you'll face up to that monster. I hope he burns in Hell."

"Kimberly, don't use those words," That was my fault. I had said that in front of her once.

"I'm sorry its just... Your so strong, so... so caring, so kind. I wanna be like you..." She stopped crying, but still didn't move. I felt sorry for her.

I smiled gently, looking her in the eye. "But you are. To live through this at your age is strong and brave." She smiled back at me, sniffing. We sat there the rest of the night, just talking. I doubt I'll ever forget that one night, not because of the scar on my back, not because of the man who helped ruin my life, but because of that one little girl named Kimberly, and all she survived through.

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Well, there you have it. Nothing fancy, just a relief.
;o; OMGoodness, I cried so much in this story. Did this truly happen to you, espy? ;-; This story was both beautiful and terrifying. I hate it when parents, who are supposed to be the strong ones. Parents are supposed to be the ones who are mature and protective, not the other way around.

This is a tale that's happened to many children. Child abuse is truly a horrible thing. Seeing as I've never suffered through child abuse, I can't say I understand what Kimberly and her sister had gone through.

Awsome story Espy, it really inflicted me with so many emotions. Fear; on how Kimberly and her sister had been attacked by their own father. Sadness; on how these poor children had to go through such a dramatic and traumatizing ordeal. And anger; on how the father could be so ruthless and evil...he is as the devil himself from my eyes.

*huggles Espy* Great work, dark_espeon, this was a wonderful and beautiful short story. <3

~Kelsey
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(. (.` ♥ Kelsey

Now officially moving to a new name, with Steve's OK, I shall now be known as Mori Seirei. ^.~
Age 31
In waiting.
Seen April 1st, 2008
Posted January 19th, 2008
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Yes, this did happened to me. Sankyuu, Kelsey. *hugs back* Our mother didn't have enough strength to dump him. I wonder how Kimberly is doing right now...

(Actually, he was our mother's boyfriend, and that was my second family. I was adopted again, and then once more after that. So, now here I am, on my fourth family.)

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We will loot you, b*tches.


Card by Capalex65
Age 30
Daydreaming of what tommorow shall bring...
Seen February 25th, 2005
Posted February 19th, 2005
5,471 posts
19.2 Years
I cant believe this actually happens to children. =[ Its absolutely horrible; and I cant believe its happening to one of my best friends on PC, Saphi-chan. =[ Saphi come live with meh~! ;0;

Anyways, that was a very touching story, Saph. Not very happy, I must admit, but a beautiful piece of literature that can really get people into opening up their eyes and seeing how good they have it compared to other children. =] *huggles Saphira* That was lovely~

~Karli
Let the two of us become one
Holding on to the coward waves
We continue with our journey
The space between our hug
An endless dream
Cutting through the rainbow
Heading for the promised light
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Seen April 16th, 2005
Posted February 19th, 2005
75 posts
18.2 Years
I'm sure Kimberly is just fine, Saphira. ^^ Again, a great and meaningful short story. ^.~ I hope to see you write more, for you have a great gift as an author. <3

~Kelsey
-*-I used to be Kelsey...just so ya know. XD-*-

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-*-*-Twinnies with the lovely Lil' Schu. <3-*-*-

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Age 34
Seen April 13th, 2011
Posted March 2nd, 2005
13 posts
18.2 Years
This is really sad. It's good to be able to deal with your past through writing it out.

One thing that stuck in my head was that I never clearly identified how old the narrator was at the time.

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