Disclaimer:I own nothing involved in this story.
Okay, I may have to change the rating from T to M soon, because the story is going to get a bit more graphic, I'm not sure yet, tell me if you think I should or not.
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June 16, 1970, 10:24pm
She lay still, her mind floating above her body, the whole world below her.
"Sissy? Sissy, wake up! Sissy!"
She felt a soft tug on her T-shirt, she slowly opened her listless, dead eyes.
She turned her head slowly to look at the two grimy, little faces that stared at her.
"What?"she managed to croak, rolling over onto her side, feeling the rough carpeting digging into her bruised skin.
"We"re hungry..."said the smaller of the two, a small boy with a black ring of bruising around his eye, blood crusted on his shirt.
"I'm sorry, I can't do anything..."she whispered, reaching out to caress the side of his thin face.
"But we're so hungry..."whimpered the larger one, a young girl with purple bruises on her legs, thighs, and upper arms. Tears began to leak out of her eyes.
"Shhh...shhhh..."she said, pushing herself into a sitting position, pulling the two small children into her lap,"You know you can't cry here, you don't wanna wake them up do you!"
She began to rock the two small children in her weary, stiff arms.
They began to cry silently without a sound, tears soaking her filthy T-shirt. They clung tighter to her.
"We're so hungry..."sobbed the little boy, holding his stomach with one hand, the tears tearing tracks through the grime as they slid down his cheeks.
"I know..."she whispered, pulling the two closer, and continuing to rock back and forth.
"Please..."whispered the little girl, clenching tighter onto the older girls' gross T-shirt.
The older girl took a deep breath of putrid, smoke filled air, and stood, holding the two children closer, she walked slowly and carefully to the kitchen of the disgusting house.
She maneuvered her way around ten or so unconscious bodies that littered the raunchy, carpeted floor of the living room.
She enter the rat filled kitchen, looked to her left at the fridge.
The rats didn't even bother to scatter as she entered the room, this was their domain, and if the skinny-legged, bruised girl wanted to be there, they didn't care.
She made her way to the fridge, and shifted the boy onto her hip as she opened to door.
The only thing in the raunchy refrigerator was a carton of milk, twelve days past its expiration date.
She pulled the disgusting, rotting milk from the fridge, and set it on the counter.
She walked to pantry, and opened the door. Bare shelves stared back at her from every angle.
She went to the far back of the pantry, squatted down, placed the two children on the floor, and crawled under the lowest shelves into the spider filled dark.
She began to probe around the dark in front of her.
Finally her fingers hit something, she grasped it, and pulled it out into the light.
She looked at the can of dog food with listless, glazed eyes.
She sighed, and ventured back into the dark, she began to probe again with her fingers.
She finally hit something else, she pulled it out into the light.
Oatmeal, an old box of oatmeal that had tumbled back there years ago when things had been better, when Mommy and Daddy hadn't been the way they were now.
She sighed and picked up the can of dog food as well as the oatmeal, and walked back into the kitchen, two sets of little legs following her.
She set the can and the box down, leaned over, and scooped the two children up, and set them on the counter.
She then stood on her toes to reach the cupboards, and she pulled a large bowl out of the barren cupboards.
She heard a loud, angry growling sound.
She looked to her left. The little boy looked back at her, holding his grumbling stomach.
He whimpered,and she sighed.
She opened the can of dog food first, and poured it into the bowl, then she opened the box of oatmeal, there was only one packet left. She sighed as she took it out, and poured it over the dog food. The two little ones squealed, as they saw all of the little black bugs in the oatmeal. She sighed once more as she began to pick the bugs out. After she was sure she'd gotten all of the bugs out, she opened the milk, and poured what was left over the dog food-oatmeal slop.
She pulled a spoon out of the rotting mess of nasty food rot in the sink, she rinsed it off as best as she could. Then she mixed all of the slop together, and pushed it between the two children.
The little kids looked at the revolting mess, then at her with their over-bright eyes.
"I know it's not the best, but it's all we've got..."she said sadly, a sob catching in her throat.
The two children regarded her sadly, then they each grabbed a spoon out of the raunchy sink, and began to eat.
She left, and went back into the filthy, body laden living room, careful not to wake any of the drugged out people.
She made her way back to the center of the room, carefully sat down, hugged her knees to her chest, hid her face in her knees, and sat still for a full two minutes.
Then her whole body began to shake.
No sound escaped her, as she sat there, her whole body shaking, sobbing silently,careful not to wake anyone up.
She started as she felt a tender, small hand touch her shoulder.
She pulled her head up, and looked at the little boy, wiping her eyes as she did so,"What's up?"she asked shakily, trying to bring herself under control.
"Don't be sad Sissy,"he said solemnly, his little eyes showing wisdom and knowledge beyond his years.
"I'm fine, everything's fine,"she said, hugging him tightly.
He hugged her back, whispering,"I love you Sissy..."
"I know..."she whispered back,"I know..."
Then the little boy began to shake, his head kept shaking to the left and right involuntarily.
She pulled back and looked at him mystified, then his shoulders rolled forward and he puked.
Vomit splattered to the left of her, splashing onto her bare feet.
He looked at her with glazed, half lidded eyes,"I'm sorry..."he whispered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
She looked at him fearfully,"It's alright, but you need to go hide while I clean this up, if Daddy comes home and sees this...well, you just need to take Sarina and go hide, go to the backyard or something, but no matter what, stay there, no matter what you hear, stay hidden, understand?"
He looked at her, terrified,"But Daddy...he's gonna hurt you, I won't let him hurt you..."he whispered fearfully.
"No, listen to me,"she said, giving him a light shake,"you and Sarina need to hide, I can take care of Daddy, but if he gets ahold of you...well, I can't let that happen, if anything happened to you, I'd die. You don't want me to die do you?"
His eyes widened, terror splashing across his face,"No!! You can't die, I don't want you to die!!"he said fearfully.
"Okay then, you need to go take Sarina and hide, do you hear me, you need to hide!!"she whispered fiercely.
A loud crash outside interrupted them.
"RUN!!"she whispered fearfully, turning him away, and pushing him towards the door.
He turned to look at her once, before running into the kitchen.
She heard the back door slam.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and then she heard the front door creak open.
Her heart almost stopped, her whole body stiffened, as she turned slowly towards the door, the familiar scent of beer filled her nose.
"Daddy..."she breathed, her heart beating a tattoo against her ribs.
He looked at her, then at the puddle of vomit.
The world stood still for a single instant.
"YOU STUPID BITCH!!"he shouted, his bloodshot eyes rolling back in his head,"I'LL KILL YOU!!"
Before she knew what was happening, he had her by the neck, and was shaking her as hard as he could.
"You think you can mess up my house, and I won't notice!?!? Bitch, I'll show you!!"he howled, smacking her as hard as he could across the face.
CRUNCH
Her nose cracked, blood splashing across the walls and floor, splattering across the still unconscious people on the floor.
He threw her to the ground, and began to kick her again and again, hitting her in the head, stomach, face, back, and chest.
Pain shot across every nerve in her body, almost blinding her with agony
She curled up into a little ball, and prayed for the attack to end soon, or at least for one of the people on the floor to wake up.
He continued to kick her, until he dragged her to her feet, and began to punch her again and again in the stomach.
She prayed and prayed, never letting a sound escape her lips, not letting him have the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
He punched her again and again, before finally throwing her aside, directly into a wall.
She slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood on the wallpaper.
He snorted in disgust, coming over to stand above her.
"Please no...please not now...don't let him...dear God..."she prayed, hoping against hope he wouldn't do it.
He continued to stare at her, he snorted, and spit on her face.
She didn't flinch as the glob of spit hit her.
"Thank God..."she thought, letting out her held breath, he wasn't going to do it.
He snorted again, before turning to stalk off, no doubt looking for Mommy somewhere.
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June 17, 1970, 12:07am
She lay there on the floor, eyes glazed, her chest barely moving, no other signs she was alive.
Finally, she managed to push herself up, and she staggered through the living room, not caring who she hit, she stumbled through the kitchen, and finally, she pushed her way out through the back door.
She walked across the overgrown grass to the old empty doghouse, she fell to her knees, and crawled inside the huge igloo shaped dome.
The two younger children hurried to her side, stroking her hair gently, they pulled her farther into the structure.
"I'm sorry..."whispered the boy, stroking her hair, wiping the blood off her face with his T-shirt.
She looked at him with one eye, and barely managed a smile,"I'm okay..."she managed to croak.
They did their best cleaning her up, and then they curled up next to her, burying their faces onto her T-shirt, they finally fell into a deep sleep.
The girl lay awake for a while longer, finally, she sighed, and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
Thus ended another day in the life of ten year old Miranda Garnell.