I am listening to: Haunted by Evanescence
Summary: An abused child can only take so much…Apathy can only help so much…Help is always too late…Rated T
"Concrete Angel"
Chapter 2
"Numb"
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Watching me, wanting me, I can feel you pull me down, fearing you, loving you; I won't let you pull me down…
Silence had never been so loud. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, a hex fired, her brother screaming, her sister twitching, her mother running into the room, and her falling. Then, everything slowed…His body fell to the floor, limp, her brother knocked out, and her hugging herself, trying to get away.
She was sobbing, her chest heaving, and struggling against herself, her eyes wide open, though blurred with tears. Her cheek was stinging, red from the back hand her father had gave her.
She wasn't aware of the people that broke down her door, she wasn't aware of the man waving his hand in front of her face, she wasn't aware of the horrified stares she got when she was carried out the front door, she wasn't aware of the water forced down her throat or the man beside her the whole time, the only thing she was aware of was that she…she shoved down the upcoming sob, the scream, the agony, the pain, it was there, full force…she couldn't take it.
She tried to shrink in on herself, tried to get away, but everything was there…then, there was that smell. The one of pine and mud, mixed with sweat. She knew that smell. It was getting stronger, closer. Someone took her hand, she held on tight, crying, and sobbing as long as she could.
She was free…but she wasn't…
What did it cost to save her? What did she have to sacrifice? What would she remember? What happened?
She would never be normal again…
The boy, who smelled so familiar, smoothed down her blue hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead, trying to calm the screams she let out.
She tried to close her eyes, but his face kept invading her mind. The sick grin, the smell of alcohol, the callused hand slapping her pale face, his voice, telling her to beg…
She screamed louder. There were people outside the door, she knew that for sure, but she couldn't stop. Her back arched, as if she was convulsing in pain, her screaming, getting quieter as she lost her voice, tears streaming down her face…she was so broken…
A man's rumbling voice, one she trusted, was what she heard next. He was angry, shouting at someone. Another person attached themselves to her side, rubbing her hand, begging her not to sleep, something about a lot of blood. She closed her eyes; she just wanted to go to sleep. One of the boys started shaking her. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes, screaming, because for a minute, she thought he was her father. He let go, his hazel eyes wide.
She begged for her sister, to know she was okay, to know that her innocent soul wasn't touched. The boys looked at each other, there eyes sad, and they shook there heads. She felt her mouth drop open, and then the loudest scream of the night.
A woman rushed into the room, her eyes wide. She ran to her, and gripped her shoulders, forcing her onto the bed, "It's okay Safari, please, calm down."
Safari couldn't hear her, she was scratching at her face, trying to drawl blood, her chest was aching, her left arm was aching, but most of all…her heart was aching.
She tried to pull away, she just wanted to get away but she was held firmly in place.
"Please." She whispered misierbly as black spots dotted her vision. It was her first coherent thought that evening, "Please just let me die."
Everything faded into a peaceful black.
We get knocked down.
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