Thanks for those of you who have read and review...but I dont think Im gonna write any more of this story...It doesnt feel like much ppl like it....PLUS Im running out of ideas
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Night soon fell and all of D-Tent walked back to there tent for bed. Jasmine sat down slowly but winced slightly. She didn't wanna have another dream...another nightmare. She had been plaugued with these dreams eversince she had been sent to Camp Green Lake. Magnet walked over to Jasmine and sat next to her on her cot.
"Hey, Jas..you ok?"He asked.
"Oh..ya Im fine,"She weakly smiled, then sighed. A piece of her hair fell in front of her face, and Magnet pulled it back, behind her ear. Jasmine cringed,
"Dont..."She pushed Magnets hand away.
"What?"Magnet asked.
"Just...I don' like when people touch me..ok?"Every word, Jasmine tried harder to not cry.
"Ok, well goodnight.."Magnet got up and walked to his own cot.
Jasmine laid down, and rubbed her own arm painfully, in the darkness of night she rolled up her sleeve and stared at her own bruisless scars. Her bruises were gone, but she still felt the same horrible pain. The scar on her arm was from her shoulder to wrist, and she would never let anyone see it. NEVER
Jasmine heard somebody make a noise in the dark tent and she quickly rolled down her sleeve and closed her eyes. Knowing an unajoyable sleep laid ahead.
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"Food? Jasmine..Mommy got food,"Her mothers voice spoke softly in the darkness.
"Food?"Jasmines voice small and shakey asked.
"Yes, here baby...eat,"Her mother opened up a small bag of stale potatoe chips and a small juice pack to share.
"Momma where'd you get these?"Jasmine asked as she happily started to eat.
"You dont need to worry about that..ok, just be happy,"
And they both quietly ate in the cold, dark room.
CRASH! The noise of there worst nightmare was returning, Jasmines father...their abuser. Jasmines mother quickly hid the remains of the food and picked up her daughter. They walked to the corner and sat curled up as close they could.
"Come on, sweet thang...get over hear.."Jasmines father walked over to them and yanked her mother along.
"Jeez..I give you two shelter and what do you do? Hide from me! NO RESPECT!"Her father screamed.
"Were sorry...we are.."Her mother said back.
"Good.."Jasmines father sat down on a broken chair, the only furniture in the house. He began gently stroking Jasmines mothers hair, whispering offensive things in her ear, causing her to whimper. He kissed her hard then pulled her closer. Jasmine cried, she held onto her only toy, her stuffed cheetah. Small and worn, it was her only friend. She rocked herself back and forth as her tears wet her cheetah.
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Jasmine slowly opened her eyes, her pillow was already damp from her crying. She sat up in the darkness, everyone was still sleeping. She wiped her eyes and inched over to her crate. She stuck her hand in and pulled out a small stuffed cheetah.
"Hey, Jerry..how've you been doin'?"She whispered to the cheetah, and hugged it, then began to silently cry.
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Night soon fell and all of D-Tent walked back to there tent for bed. Jasmine sat down slowly but winced slightly. She didn't wanna have another dream...another nightmare. She had been plaugued with these dreams eversince she had been sent to Camp Green Lake. Magnet walked over to Jasmine and sat next to her on her cot.
"Hey, Jas..you ok?"He asked.
"Oh..ya Im fine,"She weakly smiled, then sighed. A piece of her hair fell in front of her face, and Magnet pulled it back, behind her ear. Jasmine cringed,
"Dont..."She pushed Magnets hand away.
"What?"Magnet asked.
"Just...I don' like when people touch me..ok?"Every word, Jasmine tried harder to not cry.
"Ok, well goodnight.."Magnet got up and walked to his own cot.
Jasmine laid down, and rubbed her own arm painfully, in the darkness of night she rolled up her sleeve and stared at her own bruisless scars. Her bruises were gone, but she still felt the same horrible pain. The scar on her arm was from her shoulder to wrist, and she would never let anyone see it. NEVER
Jasmine heard somebody make a noise in the dark tent and she quickly rolled down her sleeve and closed her eyes. Knowing an unajoyable sleep laid ahead.
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"Food? Jasmine..Mommy got food,"Her mothers voice spoke softly in the darkness.
"Food?"Jasmines voice small and shakey asked.
"Yes, here baby...eat,"Her mother opened up a small bag of stale potatoe chips and a small juice pack to share.
"Momma where'd you get these?"Jasmine asked as she happily started to eat.
"You dont need to worry about that..ok, just be happy,"
And they both quietly ate in the cold, dark room.
CRASH! The noise of there worst nightmare was returning, Jasmines father...their abuser. Jasmines mother quickly hid the remains of the food and picked up her daughter. They walked to the corner and sat curled up as close they could.
"Come on, sweet thang...get over hear.."Jasmines father walked over to them and yanked her mother along.
"Jeez..I give you two shelter and what do you do? Hide from me! NO RESPECT!"Her father screamed.
"Were sorry...we are.."Her mother said back.
"Good.."Jasmines father sat down on a broken chair, the only furniture in the house. He began gently stroking Jasmines mothers hair, whispering offensive things in her ear, causing her to whimper. He kissed her hard then pulled her closer. Jasmine cried, she held onto her only toy, her stuffed cheetah. Small and worn, it was her only friend. She rocked herself back and forth as her tears wet her cheetah.
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Jasmine slowly opened her eyes, her pillow was already damp from her crying. She sat up in the darkness, everyone was still sleeping. She wiped her eyes and inched over to her crate. She stuck her hand in and pulled out a small stuffed cheetah.
"Hey, Jerry..how've you been doin'?"She whispered to the cheetah, and hugged it, then began to silently cry.