Uh, hai! This is my first story to be written on . I hope you enjoy, I will take suggestions in what should happen in the story. This will contain sexual and violent themes and such. Blood, gore swearing. All that good stuff. If you do not approve, turn away now and search for another story. Thank you. 3
Ariel sat upon the stump of a tree long gone, having been cut down for materials such as pencils, paper, cardboard, wood. She sighed ever so softly, gazing up at the sky which was painted a lovely pale blue which would soon darken to black. Ariel had no clue what she was doing out in the woods alone, really it was a spur of the moment situation. She had run away from home after receiving a brutal beating from the angry drunkard that was her step father. Oh how she hated the man, he pissed on the dishes if he saw that they weren't clean enough, though they were. He enjoyed watching both her, her little brother and her mother suffer from his doings. In fact, the 12 year old boy sat between her legs, his head leaning on her knee as he snored ever so softly, in a deep sleep. Ariel pulled away from her thoughts and her gaze softened as it landed on the boy.
He had chestnut brown hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes that were always filled with the greatest joy and wonder, even in the worst of times he managed to bring at least a smirk to others faces. He was slightly muscled, and very quick on his feet. He was a good boy too, and smart, he was the sweetest kid she had ever met. He stood at 5'4". She was 5 inches taller than him. Ariel gazed at his clothing that consisted of only a heavy grey sweater, a black T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. She smiled a his sleeping face, twirling a lock of his soft brown hair between her fingers then running them across the bruises that spotted his face, neck and shoulders. She knew he had many more, as well as scratches and bites from the stupid Rottweiler their step father kept as a pet. The dog was named Hades. Ariel thought that should be her step father's name should have been Hades.
Both her younger brother Jamie and her looked alike. The two both had rather nice features. She had a perfect nose and lips, so did he. They both shared the feature of blue eyes, though his orbs were a lighter hue, hers were an oceanic hue of blue. Ariel had raven black locks that cascaded down to the middle of her back, soft and luscious just like her brother's. They were both pale, due to the lack of sunshine they received. They were usually busy doing chores, cleaning up their step father's messes, caring for their mother and getting beaten. Their only escape was school, but their mother had no escape. She stayed home, and when father returned from work he always too out his frustrations on her. Beating, strangling and raping her every chance he got. He had violated their mother right before their eyes, watching their mother plead for them to go to their room. That was 4 years ago, when Ariel was 14 and her brother was 8. She was forced to drag her little brother away and the two hid inside a hole in the wall inside of their closet, just big enough for the two. When they did hide their, Ariel always kept her brother to the wall so he'd be last to be beaten if their father bothered enough to find them. She always blamed his accidents on herself, and her brother learned to have less of them until he was nearly perfect, just so she wouldn't be hurt.
Ariel felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought of their past and their now dead mother, most likely stuffed in a trash bag and being thrown into a dumpster of buried somewhere far, far away by their 'father'. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her black hoodie, refusing to cry. She then stuffed her black leather gloved hands into the pockets of her dark grey, skinny sweatpants. She had tied the strings of the waist band together just in case the small chance of them slipping happened at the worse of times. On Ariel's feet were crimson red combat boots and on her head a red beanie. Her brother wore one too, though his was dark green. His favorite color. She was a pretty girl. With a slender body and nice curves, abs she had worked hard for and muscles that fit her body perfectly. She was a strong girl, and very agile, she had taken combat classes, though she dared not use her skills on her father, in fear that if she were to fail, he'd do something he knew would completely shatter her soul.. Kill her brother.
As Ariel once again shook the horrid thoughts away from her mind, she noticed her brother had began to store from his slumber. She adjusted her bag on her back and shook him gently, kissing his head.
"Up Jamie, we need to get moving." She murmured softly to him, helping him to his feet after getting to her own. She watched as the boy yawned and grabbed her hand, pulling himself up then hugging her waist and laying his head against her chest. Ariel brushed his hair away from his eyes and smirked.
"C'moon sleepy head. We need to find shelter before nightfall."
Jamie sighed and grabbed her right hand in his left, fixing the pack hanging from his back then beginning to walk west with her. Ariel kept him close, listening to their surroundings while gripping the hilt of the knife on her pocket tightly as they set off to find a sleeping place before the terrors of night time came to torment them.