So. Here is the promised peak. Full story 1 will be up sometime during fall. English is not my first language, rather my 3rd.
This story will be rated M for violence and sexual content.
Enjoy.
I knew nothing else than pain and hurt. I knew from a young age that I would never see adulthood; I knew I would end up in my fathers' body field. I abandoned my past in a desperate attempt to save my future.
I have gone thru hell and back more times than I can count on my fingers. I have my entire body covered in bruises and scars, scars that have been there as long as I remember.
"Every single rib has been off at least once, some in many places and more often. Shoulder has been dislocated, according to the chalk in the loins, maybe once every three months, arms have been broken, at least 7 times each, her fingers too have been broken at some point, I want to have her admitted for a surgery, Only one lung is 100%, the other has been punctured once maybe twice and is only working 50%. Someone has been having fun with a knife on her breasts…"
Survived being buried alive…
She was aware of nothing but the darkness. She tried to move her arms; she felt how the oxygen was running out and the taste of dirt in her mouth. She wanted to live. She had to live.
Suddenly she saw her hands in front of her. She started digging upwards. She did not think, she just functioned, and before she knew it she saw the starry skies. She stood up. Looked around. She knew exactly where she was. She had been here countless times. Then she remembered. Her scaring Shiva away and the ground coming closer and closer. Her father's voice. He had tried to kill her. She fell to her knees. Her own father shot his only daughter. Going home was not an option, not anymore. She put her hands to her thighs in search of her phone. When she looked down she wore a dirty dress that may have been white from the beginning. She put her hands to her head and felt a tiara and a veil. Then she saw something, a light in the distance, she stood up. And once her legs started functioning she walked towards the light. When she reached the road everything went black again.
And killed my own father.
"You know, I thought you would know better, you trained me, my entire life. You had me shot more times than I care to count; you missed my neck dear daddy. A gunshot to the neck may be fatal, but not if it only nudges. You didn't count on that I would survive, you dug a grave, tossed me there, still in that god awful wedding dress, and put less than a feet of dirt back on top of me, you counted on that since I bled, some animal would dig me up and eat me. Oh well. Daddy dearest counted wrong. I got up from that grave; I got out to the road. And I survived."
My name is Amelia Heios. And this is as far from a fairytale as you get.