"You can't make someone love you, all you can do is stalk them and hope with time they panic and give in."
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Beyond the Shadows – Letting the Past Catch Up
She screamed.
The other girl stood towering before her. Her name was Kirsten, and she was her 'superior' as she liked to put it by 2 years.
Kirsten held an ugly violet blouse at her side as she glared angrily at her and even uglier smirk dancing across her perfect face. She slapped her again smiling at the sound of her sister's scream on the impact.
A large bruise had already started to form on her face where she had been hit; her body was covered with scratches and scars that were yet to heal. But nobody was suspicious of how they appeared; they all decided she was just a clumsy girl. Who would have guessed that her sixteen-year-old sister was abusing her?
"This is mine," Kirsten yelled angrily at her.
"I didn't touch," she begged. "I swear Kirsten, it wasn't me."
Kirsten knew she was telling the truth; sometimes she just liked to see her squirm under her fiery glare. Other times she just liked to justify her reasons, that's just who Kirsten was.
Kirsten smiled evilly as she kicked her sister in the face. This was fun to her. She lived on peoples fear; she lived on her sister's fear as she watched her cower in the corner. She lapped it up like it was a drug never satisfied with just one taste.
She wanted to run, to find help, but then she could never desert Michael. He was so young, he had so many dreams, and she couldn't let him suffer the same way she did. So she set herself up to take his place any time Kirsten looked in the mood.
Even if she did run, whom would she turn to? The police wouldn't believe her, she'd already tried and they just laughed, who would believe that perfect Kirsten Taylor would do such a thing? She couldn't go to her dad, he loved Kirsten more than any of them, he would justify it, blame it on her. Her mother wasn't any better, constantly on drugs, mildly aware of the world about her; she was the daughter they never wanted.
There wasn't anywhere to go, so she put up with it. She let Kirsten have her way, never complained to anyone, made up excuse for every new bruise telling her friends that she'd walked into the doorframe. But then at least this way Michael was safe and that was better than nothing.
"Look at me while I'm talking to you," Kirsten yelled at her jagging her from her thoughts with yet another slap to the face.
"Kirsten, I'm sorry," she pleaded begging for mercy.
"Not as sorry as I am," Kirsten smiled evilly as she kicked her in the stomach.
She gasped and bit down on her lip drawing blood. She wasn't going to give Kirsten the satisfaction of seeing her cry; she wasn't going to scream and no matter what she wasn't going to look away. She was going to prove that she could be strong.
She woke up with a startle.
She hated her memories. She hated her nightmares haunted by pictures of Kirsten, of her drunken father after a bad night of poker, her mother and all her pills trying to drown her in a bathtub.
It was no wonder that she choose to live in her strange fantasy where she was in love with someone she could never have, someone who was in love with someone else.
Her mind strayed to Michael, the only good memory she had left.
Michael was eight years old when she left, that was two years ago. She had a clear picture in her mind of the one good thing she had left behind as she slammed the door to her childhood home. But then you couldn't really call it home, could you? A home was a place full of laughter, smiles even a few occasional tears, not screams of hatred and fear. A home was the one place where you would never be afraid, a shelter from the world outside, somewhere you could hide when you got scared. A home wasn't supposed to trap, supposed to keep you from the world outside, you weren't supposed to be afraid to be. So it was really just a house where she slept and ate which held her one happy memory.
He had the most beautiful hazel green eyes she had ever seen, easily surpassing her own dulled green. He had dirty blonde hair that she used to ruffle up every chance she got. He was cute and tanned and she knew that he was going to be heartbreaker.
She closed her eyes and recalled his smile. It was her favorite memory. She liked the way a dimple appeared in his left cheek and how his eyes lit up like emeralds whenever he smiled.
He had wanted to be a Pokemon master, he wanted to get away from them as soon as he could and if that meant he had to wait till he was ten then he had to wait. That was the reason that she had held on for so long. She was going to wait until he was ten, go with him and then she would have known that he was safe right now.
Her greatest fear was that he was trapped inside with those people. She didn't fear that he was alone on the road, she hoped against hope that he was, she was afraid that he was with them and that he would never escape.
She cried as she thought about Michael, hoping he was safe. An Abra, her most trusted friend and companion, jumped onto her lap to comfort her.
"You're my only true friend," she told the Pokemon gently. "You're the only one who cares, the only one who matters."
The Pokemon curled itself up in her arms as she stroked it softly.
She sighed trying to force her thoughts on to him, trying to make her heart believe in something.
It wasn't that hard. Her heart and her mind both wanted so much to believe, to believe in something and love seemed the obvious choice. If you can't even believe in love, what else is there to believe in? She knew the answer was nothing. She didn't believe in herself, so she chose to believe in him instead. It made it all more bearable.
Love helped a lot. It let her feel happy even if it only lasted for a little while. It let her slip back into her fantasy and let her find a happily ever after even if it was just a fairytale.
She sighed and let herself fall back to sleep hoping this time that the only thing haunting her dreams would be his smiling face.
~ to be continued ~
So, what do you all think? I know by now you're probably all getting sick of the quote at the top but its all just part of it like the songs in the other one, its my favorite quote at the moment.
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