Post by Ava Tsubaki on Jun 12, 2008 2:47:00 GMT -5
"Mommy! Mommy, why won't you help me?!" A little girl screamed and cried, covering blows with her ams and legs. The drunken shape of a male adult staggered up, blood sparkled on his pale white skin. He spit, then turn around and walked off, banging things over with his fist. He wiped his fist on the door, leaving a red smear on the white wood. The door banged shut, the cheap generic lights rattled. Ava curled up in a little ball. Her hair was wet and thick. She clenched her fist against the pillow she buried her face in. She screamed into her pillow and kicked her legs in anger. Ava stood up, throwing things around her room, punching her hand through her TV, taking the drawers from her dresser and smashing them around her room.
When her anger surge passed, everything was quiet. Ava panted and all her anger was gone for the time being. She wiped her face with the sheets on her bed. The little 9-year-old child opened the door to her room to see her dad and mom kissing. Ava's eyes teared up and she began to breathe shallow. She just wanted him to die, maimed, or just fall in a hole. This all happened because her older brother was playing on a bridge with his littler sister, it was raining, and he fell. What had Ava done to deserve this? She tried to jump in after him, but her foot got caught on the metal, and she was stuck hanging upside down for hours, screaming and crying.
Since then, all this had been going on. They worshipped the first born, and when the reason was right, treated the other like this to try and get the pain to go away? Ava flopped on her bed, and contemplated what she could do. She hadn't been able to eat for days, and she was just starving! Why can't I eat? She thought helplessly. Ava frowned, then walked out to the kitchen while her parents were having a make-out session. She just managed to snag some peanut butter and a slice of bread.
That was it for the next week. Ava ate a few moufuls a day, and by the time came for another beating, she'd finally have the strength to fight back. She was sick and tired of being pushed around like someones toy. In the middle of the night, she hid a knife under her bloodied pillow, always waiting, always watching. And this wasn't even the beginning.....End of flashback One
