This story is just an experiment trying to write a South Park fanfic. I love this show! But I don't own it, thank god. -.- Read and Review please! :D
Chapter 1: I'm not sure..: I think it started with a tree... or was that a person, I can't recall... I know it was big, and built strong, with arms of a giant and the shape of a block of wood, it was a person, now I'm sure of it.. My first memories. My very first... memory, was that of a small ball... just a plain, blue... ball. I loved this ball, it's all I found that was able to bring happiness... but it left too, as did most things I knew of, no matter how long I had known that ball, no matter how much I held onto it, it left too. But I never did leave. Now that I think of it, I think I do remember, remember her. My mom, some how I only have one small memory of her, though... but it's all I need.
I was bouncing my ball, playing with it in the garden behind the house. Then I heard, a voice, a gentle and soothing echo that made me turn my head. "Why don't you come inside?" A face was poking outside of the sliding door. It was pale, and stretched itself into a smile, the eyes beckoning me in. I walked cautiously closer, finding it hard to walk. Quickly, the woman pulled me up and closed the door behind her. She rushed herself behind the torn couch that sat idly in the side of the small room, covering my mouth as if to make sure I stayed quiet. I wasn't scared, her scent, one of rosemarie and vanilla, calmed me, and I'm sure I would've fallen asleep in her arms, had the door not slammed itself open, revealing a tall figure, the one I had confused with a tree.
He smelled of ash, of smoke, and alcohol, obvious to the beer gripped tightly in his hairy hands. I then remember her heartbeat, it felt loud and berated against my back. Bu-bumb-Bu-bumb. It gained speed as he searched the house for something, what I would find out later, was us. What I hadn't realized was that I had closed my eyes, in fear maybe, of the giant that stormed into the house once again. I opened my eyes, and saw him, he had his back turned, revealing his gray shirt, barely hiding his huge back. Before I could barely blink, he turned around and flipped the couch to the other side of the room. It landed with a loud thud, before he grabbed forward and tugged her hair from behind me, slinging her and me to the ground. I felt something ache, and I crawled out from under her, squeaking when I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I turned and saw my mom, crippled underneath his foot, as he mercilessly pushed her down over and over...
The next thing I remember, an ambulance was waiting in the driveway, while my mom was being taken away in a bed, I was being held, being held by that man. I almost started crying, but, seeing my mother's shape, I chose not to make a sound. "How is she?" The chest behind where I sat rumbled. "She's unresponsive, we're not sure if she'll make it." Another voice came from in front of me, a man dressed in a dark blue-long sleeved shirt. "We're going to have to take you down to the station, sir." The same man called over a lady, dressed in the same outfit, and he was forced to give me to the woman. "This doesn't look good, the toddler's got a broken leg." The lady's voice hummed behind me, tenderly touching my- now numb- leg. The man beside me took one look at my injury and pulled out shiny metal cuffs. "Sir, you are under arrest for domestic abuse and angered assault. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" He shoved the cuffs on my father roughly, before dragging him out of the house and into a car, also fitted with sirens.
The woman looked at me, smiling, she hugged me and took me into an ambulance. I remember the hospital then, and I recall the woman still being there, until she was called on her phone, and she left for good.