Summery: Yesterday it was a bad dream. Today it's a nightmare. Tomorrow is any ones guess. Sweet dreams children; let you have sweet dreams. Let you utter not a sound. Wakeup with happy thoughts as you kiss your mothers good morning. Smile and be happy. For some little children can't wake from their dreams, can't cling to their mothers for help. For some little children dream only nightmares and no one can save them. (Rated for abuse: ¾ paring)
Scars
Written by WeakenedHeartz
Chapter 1: Silence is Golden
8-11-05
Do not make a sound.
Let no breath escape your lips. Let your screams die in your throat. Let none see you shake and writhe in fear. Close your eyes to stop the tears. Hold tight to your beating heart to fast it beats.
Thump, thump
Thump, thump
Thump, thump
Silence is golden.
You cannot hear their screams.
They cannot hear your sobs.
You cannot hear at all.
Your eyes flutter closed and all you see is fields of different colored flowers. Children laughing, smiles of glee, and children's happy faces, and every thing's alright, for they cannot harm you here.
Sweet dreams children. Let you have sweet dreams.
Saturday September, 14
Home of Kuki Sandban
2:46 a.m.
My breath is quaking. My knees are week. My heart is racing. But I do not make a sound, and though my fingers are shaking I quickly pack my bag. I do not need much if anything at all. As long as I am safely tucked inside my room in the tree house before dawn breaks.
As long as I have the protection of my mounds of stuffed toys who hide me from sight. With my guise of happiness and innocence and those who look at me as naïve.
I zip my bag and toss it gently onto my sore back.
Stepping towards the door I turn the handle and open the door quietly. Slipping out the door I close the door behind me. Stepping lightly I make my way to the stairs avoiding all the squeaky floorboards.
My hand sticks to the banister. My forehead's wet with sweat. My sock clad feet slip slightly on the freshly polished floor. I quicken my pace seconds ticking away in the confines of my mind.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
I reach the bottom easily. I breathed a sigh of relief before quickening my steps towards the backdoor. Carefully avoiding the all the furniture in the darkened room I reached the sliding glass door. Bringing the keys from my pocket I shoved the key into the lock and turned. The lock clicked. Tugging lightly the door slid open almost effortlessly.
I had made it.
"Kuki."
I froze the voice was dark; monotones I felt an icy shiver run down my back. I was so close, so very close. I doubted he'd notice, I prayed he was sleeping soundly. I was wrong
And I closed the door.
Saturday September, 14
Tree house
10:23 a.m.
They just starred at me.
No greeting they just starred at me. I wondered briefly if they noticed the bruises hidden under layers of concealer and powder, but I reconsidered they hadn't any other time so why would they now.
I knew I was late for the meeting but usually they brush that off as another side-affect of my immaturity. Then it hit me they weren't starring at me because I was late they were starring at me for another reason.
It was because I wasn't smiling.
Yes that was it.
I smiled. It hurt my face.
And that was all it took a smile. One simple, menial smile that didn't mean anything at all, that one smile shrugged away all their concern.
"Hi everyone sorry I'm late. I slept in." I gave an apologetic laugh and even managed a goofy grin. Numbuh Five roller her eyes, Numbuh Two muffled a laugh, and Numbuh Four snickered.
"Numbuh Three! How many times do I have to tell you when you are told to be somewhere you are expected to be there at the given time?" Numbuh One looked annoyed.
I sighed.
I was in no mood for this. "Sorry ok." They looked surprised at my bored tone. I smirked heading up in the direction of my room. Back to the pretty colors and toys to keep me company.
"Numbuh Three!" I froze. Wally.
Damn.
I turned back towards them a sickeningly fake smile plastered on my face. "What is it Numbuh Four?" My tone sugarcoated.
He looked at me oddly.
"You ok Numbuh Three, you look a little….off." I winced. When did he become so perceptive? "Of course I am Silly." I smiled reassuringly, then headed up the stairs to my room.
Only there in the safe confines of my room did I allow myself to cry.
Was I ok?
No,
I wasn't anywhere near ok.
Saturday September, 14
Tree house
Numbuh 4
10:32 a.m.
I was confused.
When Kuki had entered the room she wasn't smiling. She shook slightly and her face was pale.
We were all confused
She looked fragile as though she would snap in two. As if she would be swept away by the wind. It was strange and slightly unnerving. But then she smiled. She smiled and every thing was ok,
As long as she could still smile everything would always be ok.
Numbuh One gave his speech, Numbuh Two laughed off his concern, and Numbuh Five rolled her eyes, I just snickered. But after Numbuh Ones speech her eyes went dull, her demeanor changed in an instant her voice was laced with annoyance and boredom.
We were all confused.
I called out to her. I tried to mask my concern, but there was too much concern to mask.
She smiled, and Kuki was back as though she had never gone.
Sunday September, 15
Tree House
6:03
I couldn't sleep.
I didn't want to sleep. If I sleep I dream. I dream bad things. I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of my big comfy bed. I need water crisp clean iced water.
I creped down to the lower level, it was dark
I did not like the dark.
I flipped the switch.
I sighed heading to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass I turned opened the freezer door and plucked out four pieces of ice no more no less. I headed over to the sink turned the chrome handle and filled my glass.
"Kuki." I froze that voice. It sounded like his.
The glass fell from my grasp.
Saturday September, 14
Home of Kuki Sandban
2:53 a.m.
Flashback
"Kuki."
I froze the voice was dark; monotones I felt an icy shiver run down my back. I was so close, so very close. I doubted he'd notice, I prayed he was sleeping soundly. I was wrong
And I closed the door.
"Yes father?" My tone was soft obedient.
"Why?"
He inched closer to me. His face flushed, the vain in his neck popped out it was deep purple. He crept closer and closer, and closer he didn't stop till his face was only inches from my own.
"Why?
"Why are you trying to leave me like your whore of mother!" He pulled back and slapped me hard against the side of the face. I could feel the bruise already forming beneath the skin.
"I wasn't trying to leave you daddy. Really I was just going to visit my friends.
"I will never leave you daddy I promise.
"Never."
He starred at me for a moment, his breathing shallow. "No, no you won't. You won't ever leave me." He turned walking towards the living room. A lump formed in my trout, my mouth went dry.
My father emerged from the living room hands hidden from view.
"Daddy? What are you doing daddy?"
His mouth turned up in a mock smile, his lips chipped apart I could see his pearly white teeth.
His smile was crazy.
"You won't ever leave me. I'll make sure of that."
His took his hands from behind his back. In his right hand he clutched. The big wooden reading lamp that stood behind the big arm chair in the living room, behind mom's big arm chair in the living room.
He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me in to the back wall hard. My head snapped back and my legs gave way. He lifted the big wooden reading lamp up over his head and brought it back down again and again and again.
Crash
Crash
Crack
And then darkness,
I do not like the dark
To be continued…….
Hello everyone!
Hope you all liked the first chapter! This is my first Codename Kids Next Door fic so I hope everyone enjoyed it I'm testing out new story ideas so I hope I did ok and It wasn't too confusing for ya!
But just incase you need me to spell it out Kuki is abused by her dad. All other questions will be answered in chapters to come. I plan on the story being 10 to 12 chapters in length so bear with me. Oh and please please review I want feedback.
I hate flames but constructive criticism is welcomed (and needed)
Thank you,
WeakenedHeartz