A/N: Yeah, I know long time no write. Anyway I'd really appreciate some reviews even if they're flames. If you don't I'll cry. * Busts into tears *
Disclaimer: So far I only own Tempest and the father. Everybody else owns their respective characters.
Chapter One: Into the Depths of Sadness and Torture
When I awoke I first noticed my throbbing headache. The next thing I realized was that I was in the same place as I had fallen. Show's how much my father cares.
As I glanced around my eyes found the clock. It was 7:15 that meant I had thirty minutes to cook breakfast and to get ready for school. It was nearly impossible. I say nearly because it was possible for someone who wanted to avoid another abusive encounter.
As I scrambled to prepare for school I found it harder and harder to stand. My vision was blurry and I couldn't walk straight. A wave of dizziness washed over me as I continued to stumble aimlessly, running into to furniture of anything in my path. I was to stubborn to sit down but eventually the dizziness had it's way. The dizziness overwhelmed me and I collapsed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Change of View ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ariel the specter floated overhead trying to gain my attention, but I gave no heed until she said something that caught my attention.
"Raziel, there is another."
"Another of what?" I asked cautiously.
"Another protector of Nosgoth." This was insanity. There was no other protector.
"Ariel I think the time you've been trapped at the pillars has scrambled your brain."
"It is true Raziel, there is another protector."
"Then where can I find him?"
"Raziel you are to narrow in vision. You can not find her, she can only find you."
"I despise riddles, what are you saying?"
"You must wait for this guardian."
"Ariel you know I will not wait for what will not come."
"Raziel, you must be patient, for she plays a large part in your destiny."
"My destiny?!" What was she prattling about now?
"Yes Raziel, your destiny."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Change of View ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I awoke yet again, to one of my father's tantrums. This time there were no questions only a severe beating.
His chubby fist wrapped around my long black hair catching me off guard. This was so unexpected! What had I done wrong? Then it came washing down over me like a tidal wave, I had passed out and hadn't done anything I was supposed to. No wonder he was angry.
After my tidal wave of realization he proceeded to beat me with his other fist. My mind was jumbled with the smashing blows it was like I was looking down at myself while this happened. This confused me. Was I dead?
Reality's call brought me back to the torture of my father's abuse. How long he stood there punching me I do not know except for the fact that anything of that sort was too long. as he dragged me down the stairs toward the kitchen I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. My lip was busted, my face was bruised and bleeding, but strangely I was satisfied. I thought I was going to die. Finally I would be released.
However, I was not so lucky. As he repeatedly smashed my face against the refrigerator screaming something inaudible in my ears, I saw smears of blood. Then mercifully nothing at all.
A/N: Lordy, I making this violent. Also no I have no personal interaction with abuse. Sometimes I get strange story insperatios that beg to be written. PLease forgive me for the violence!!!!! also please review.
Disclaimer: So far I only own Tempest and the father. Everybody else owns their respective characters.
Chapter One: Into the Depths of Sadness and Torture
When I awoke I first noticed my throbbing headache. The next thing I realized was that I was in the same place as I had fallen. Show's how much my father cares.
As I glanced around my eyes found the clock. It was 7:15 that meant I had thirty minutes to cook breakfast and to get ready for school. It was nearly impossible. I say nearly because it was possible for someone who wanted to avoid another abusive encounter.
As I scrambled to prepare for school I found it harder and harder to stand. My vision was blurry and I couldn't walk straight. A wave of dizziness washed over me as I continued to stumble aimlessly, running into to furniture of anything in my path. I was to stubborn to sit down but eventually the dizziness had it's way. The dizziness overwhelmed me and I collapsed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Change of View ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ariel the specter floated overhead trying to gain my attention, but I gave no heed until she said something that caught my attention.
"Raziel, there is another."
"Another of what?" I asked cautiously.
"Another protector of Nosgoth." This was insanity. There was no other protector.
"Ariel I think the time you've been trapped at the pillars has scrambled your brain."
"It is true Raziel, there is another protector."
"Then where can I find him?"
"Raziel you are to narrow in vision. You can not find her, she can only find you."
"I despise riddles, what are you saying?"
"You must wait for this guardian."
"Ariel you know I will not wait for what will not come."
"Raziel, you must be patient, for she plays a large part in your destiny."
"My destiny?!" What was she prattling about now?
"Yes Raziel, your destiny."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Change of View ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I awoke yet again, to one of my father's tantrums. This time there were no questions only a severe beating.
His chubby fist wrapped around my long black hair catching me off guard. This was so unexpected! What had I done wrong? Then it came washing down over me like a tidal wave, I had passed out and hadn't done anything I was supposed to. No wonder he was angry.
After my tidal wave of realization he proceeded to beat me with his other fist. My mind was jumbled with the smashing blows it was like I was looking down at myself while this happened. This confused me. Was I dead?
Reality's call brought me back to the torture of my father's abuse. How long he stood there punching me I do not know except for the fact that anything of that sort was too long. as he dragged me down the stairs toward the kitchen I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. My lip was busted, my face was bruised and bleeding, but strangely I was satisfied. I thought I was going to die. Finally I would be released.
However, I was not so lucky. As he repeatedly smashed my face against the refrigerator screaming something inaudible in my ears, I saw smears of blood. Then mercifully nothing at all.
A/N: Lordy, I making this violent. Also no I have no personal interaction with abuse. Sometimes I get strange story insperatios that beg to be written. PLease forgive me for the violence!!!!! also please review.