I keep losing my train of thought. :train engineer: All aboard, next stop, the middle of nowhere, Jen's mind. :cricket's cherp on the empty train: damn...
Deadly Flashbacks
Chapter 3
"Daddy NO!!" Haruka was 10, she tried desperately to get away from her father. But to no avail, he was much larger, and stronger then she was.
"What did I tell you about trying to run away from me bitch?" his fist met her stomach, causing her to lose her balance and fall to her back, on the couch...
"Haruka? Haruka what's wrong?" Michiru shook her friend lightly. "Snap out of it Ruka."
"Huh? What?" She looked at her friend, her eyes still glazed over from her flashback. "I'm fine." she brushed it off like it was nothing.
"Ruka, you don't look fine." she pointed out Ruka's pale features, and the thin trail of sweat running down the side of her forehead. "Tell me, what is it?"
Haruka stood up from her seat at the lunch table and walked out. She couldn't stand when people bugged her. Even if it was the love of her life, Michiru. She went over to the library, where she would be for her next period class anyway. After sitting at the table in the back corner, she began thinking of the past, and of anything she could possibly do to get rid of these flashbacks that were bugging her, day in, day out...
"Haruka, where did that bruise come from?" Michiru pointed out the light purple circle on her teammate's face one day at softball practice.
Haruka found herself lying to her best friend. "I was throwing a ball against the wall, and I missed it, and it hit me in the face, that's all." She had became good at lying to everyone about where her marks came from. She had to do it often, since her dad would sometimes forget and strike her in a visible area of her tiny pre-teen body.
Deadly Flashbacks
Chapter 3
"Daddy NO!!" Haruka was 10, she tried desperately to get away from her father. But to no avail, he was much larger, and stronger then she was.
"What did I tell you about trying to run away from me bitch?" his fist met her stomach, causing her to lose her balance and fall to her back, on the couch...
"Haruka? Haruka what's wrong?" Michiru shook her friend lightly. "Snap out of it Ruka."
"Huh? What?" She looked at her friend, her eyes still glazed over from her flashback. "I'm fine." she brushed it off like it was nothing.
"Ruka, you don't look fine." she pointed out Ruka's pale features, and the thin trail of sweat running down the side of her forehead. "Tell me, what is it?"
Haruka stood up from her seat at the lunch table and walked out. She couldn't stand when people bugged her. Even if it was the love of her life, Michiru. She went over to the library, where she would be for her next period class anyway. After sitting at the table in the back corner, she began thinking of the past, and of anything she could possibly do to get rid of these flashbacks that were bugging her, day in, day out...
"Haruka, where did that bruise come from?" Michiru pointed out the light purple circle on her teammate's face one day at softball practice.
Haruka found herself lying to her best friend. "I was throwing a ball against the wall, and I missed it, and it hit me in the face, that's all." She had became good at lying to everyone about where her marks came from. She had to do it often, since her dad would sometimes forget and strike her in a visible area of her tiny pre-teen body.