first of all, i do not own any sailor moon characters. they were not my idea, but the story's mine.
i do not own underoath.
this is my first story .. the chapters aren't that long .
it is based in america. i'm using their american names .
it's rated M for later chapters, but there's a teen version of each mature chapter.
you'll know when you get there.
this story deals a TINY bit with religon. (Christianity)
there's also curse words in this story.
P.S. i'm not that big of a sailor moon fan, so if i got their names wrong please point it out.
reviews ?
Some Seek Forgiveness, Other's Escape
I heard a voice through the discord;
A deluge of passerby.
I saw one gaze frozen in time,
Watching me passing by.
And I swear I'll know your face in the crowd,
And I'll hear your voice so loud
When you're whispering
Hey unfaithful I will teach you
To be stronger, to be stronger.
Hey ungraceful I will teach you
To forgive one another.
Her hand shook as she wrote the words in pen. Sobs were made as she heard the lyrics dancing in her head.
Here's my kiss to betray.
Desperate to touch the lips of grace…
Do you feel hollow when you think of how I've lied?
Oh sweet angel of mercy,
With your grace like the morning,
Wrap your loving arms around me.
Oh sweet angel of mercy,
With your grace like the morning,
Wrap your loving arms around me.
It wasthat day again. The anniversary that she had wished was nonexistent. Why did she leave me here? Why isn't anyone trying to save me?
And Jesus, I'm ready to come home.
Hey Unloving, I will love you.
Jesus, I'm ready to –
The garage door opened. The sound of jingling keys was heard and she held her breath. She wiped her tears away in panic and shoved her journal in her nightstand drawer. Tucked away in the torn pages was a cross necklace made of pink jade. It was beautiful and expensive and it was the only gift her mother had left behind for her. Although it was old and worn, the girl treasured the necklace and kept it close to her heart.
Glass was shattered in a distance until footsteps were heard and Serena's bedroom door was opened. The person who has caused this was a dark-haired, tall, middle-aged man who was kind of heavier than average. His face was red from being drunk and his skin was rough.
"Serena! Why are you just sitting here? There's a broken vase in the living room!"
"S-sorry dad, I was just writing…"
"Writing," the father said, "Why are you writing about pointless things in your diary when people can step on glass in the living room? I could have been hurt, Serena. Stop being a selfish little whore! I bet you were just wasting your time sleeping around with that Darien boy."
"Dad! I wasn't sleeping around! I'm not a slut!"
"Yeah? That's exactly what your mother would say!" Then, his eyes wandered to the half-open drawer next to his daughter's bed. He walked over and pulled the journal out. He flipped to the page with the necklace.
"Serena. What the hell is this! This is your mother's," he thundered. "She was here, wasn't she? And what is this stupid writing here?" He pointed at the lyrics she had written earlier.
"M-mom left that for me..."
"You bitch! Don't you dare lie to your father. You slut!"
At that time he pushed her to the ground and slapped her on the face. He kicked her twice in the side.
"Stop it! Stop!" the girl cried, "Please!"
"Shut up!"
He kicked her again, this time to the wall. Then, he picked her up and pushed her against it. He grabbed one of her breasts with his right hand and squeezed it, hard.
"Do you like that, you little whore? You're just like your mother!"
"Stop! Stop!"
He pushed her hard so her head made a thud on the wall.
"Are you happy? That's what happens when you keep secrets from me. No dinner tonight." He grabbed the journal and the necklace. "This is mine now, too." He then left the room without looking back.
On the carpeted floor Serena sobbed quietly, hugging her knees and panting. She could feel her bruises swelling already and her ribs ached. As tears fell rapidly and her vision was blurred, she thought about this day. It was September 29th, the same day her mother disowned her, although it was several years ago. Why did she leave her here, alone with the man that she had grown so fearful of?
When tears finally stopped falling, she got up and crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing, hoping, praying that she could just fall asleep.
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