My beautiful suicide
Bella's p.o.v. (only the first chap. Maybe more in future.)
I woke up to my sistrer's screaming next door. She ran inside my room and complained that the nightmares were back.
„Shh, don't scream, you'll wake dad. Tell me about your dream." She sat on my bed, rested her head on my shoulder and dried the tears inside my huge pajama shirt.
„We were at home and then Charlie came home drunk. He grabbed mom by her neck and shoved her into the wall," tears were filling up her eyes „,and she passed out," tears were rolling now „, and he said you were next. He grabbed the knife from the counter and threw it at you. Then i woke up." She started sobbing into my shoulder now.
I was speechless. I knew she was so worried only because her dreams allways came true.
She was crying and i was patting her head when we heard glass break downstairs. We instantly knew it was our mother, Renee, trying to clean up before Charlie gets up. We decided to get up and help her.
I put on my red and black hoodie (./wp-content/uploads/wpsc/product_images/doubleupGIRL_) and some high-waist skinnys (.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=488215) . I wore a hoodie only to cover up the new and fading bruises on my hips, stomac and arms. Our father had abused us since we were three.
Alice loved fashion and wore dark skinnys (.) , white long sleeved shirt with"love kills slowly" on it () and a leather jacket (/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/portman_) (Sorry, won't do that again)
What we saw downstairs was horrible. Plus mom was picking up the broken bottles of beer and crying. When she saw us, she started breakfast and we started cleaning.
After thirty minutes of fast cleaning we finally were done. Too bad Charlie had woken up. And he was in a good mood.
„Hello dear." Our mom was a good actress. „Where's my food?" he asked and pushed Ali when he passed. I saw tears in Ali's eyes and noticed she wasn't wearing any make up. I took her hand and led her to bathroom.
School was usual, boring. But unlike home, not so painful. When we reached home, we prayed dad was allready out. But like usual he wasn't and he greeted us both home with a kick in the stomac. I stood up and went to kichen to make diner for Charlie. I hated Tuesedays and Fridays because then was Ali's turn to get beat.
Tears quietly rolled down my cheek as i heard Ali's moans in pain and Charlie's evil laugh.