Ok I know I'm bad for starting a new story but this idea wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down. Here it is.
I wouldn't have written this with out Susie drawing me a picture of our friend Eric (Eyeliner) because he is emo and has the long hair and everything. Well I told her he looked like a girl with a big bruise on her cheek. So I got the idea to write this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the cast, or the song. I do own my imagination.
Summary: She grew weaker and weaker by each step he took towards the closet door, a kid hiding frightfully under each arm. No one was meant to be this terrified of life.
Every Inch Of Me Is Bruised
By Denver
Prologue
She grew weaker and weaker by each step he took towards the closet door, a kid hiding frightfully under each arm. No one was meant to be this terrified of life. As she rubs the bruises that are slowly fading back to her normal color and a new one appearing in the same spot across her face. Things weren't supposed to be like this. They were happy once. Till he decided it was more fun to drink.
She tried to run but he made it hurt worse. Now it's worse of a life from before. Now she's living a life she promised would never let happen, a life where she has to wear a long sleeve shirts in the summer, lying towards her friends. How did she end up in this mess?
She listens to the sounds coming from outside the closet. He's drunk. She can tell. No need to see it when you live with it for so long. She peeks outside, but not before whipping the tears from her children's eyes and putting the little girl on her hip as she grabbed the boys' hand. She knows they're scared. Heck she's even scared. But she has to get them out, even if it kills her.
She tried to plan out a way everyday. But some how he finds out and things get bad. She runs to the bathroom down the hall. As soon as she gets Keith in there she locks the door behind her.
She had made up her mind. Enough was enough. No one should get beaten up on a daily bases, and no kid should have to watch their mom get beaten up by their dad. She put all their clothes and Callie's stuffed animal in to a suitcase and into her trunk when He was at work.
As the clock turned nine and a bottle broke into little piece, she new he was a sleep. Now this was the hard part. It was their chance to make things safe. She pulled Callie closer to her body as the walked down the stairs making sure her and Keith's feet were walking lightly so the stairs wouldn't squeak.
They made it out the door. In to the car and drove off. But she was nervous he would find them just like before.
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
So what do you think?
-Denver