aloserforlife
Gilli
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(10/29/04 4:58 pm)
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the basement
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The soft white glow of my night light was the only thing keeping me from falling asleep. That and my mother and father screaming at each other. They always scream. Why can’t they just whisper? They always hurt my head when they argue. I hate it. I hate them. I wish they would just stop. Or just leave. I should just run away. It’s not like they would care or anything. They don’t love me. They don’t love anything.
“You never loved me and you never loved Chris!” my mother screamed. Everything went silent for a moment and I could still slightly hear my mothers voice echoing off of the walls. My breath was ragged and hot. My father said something but I couldn’t make it out.
My attention drifted from my parents to my night light, again. The light cut into the darkness like a switch blade cutting into a person’s throat, it made me smile. Thoughts of hurting things flooded into my mind. My smile widened. I started humming the Mr. Sandman tune and closed my eyes.
My fathers shouts brought me back to reality, “You stupid bitch!”. If he treats her this bad why doesn’t she leave him? She’s a retard.
Dead silence.
My pulse smacked against my head as I waited for something to make a noise.
Nothing. Not a damn sound.
My heart felt like it was going to burst as I ran up the nearly rotten through stairs of the basement. I paused at the door then opened it. It creaked softly. A big crash and a loud sickening thud were the next things I heard. My eyes clamped shut. I shut and locked the door. ‘I gotta see if mommy’s ok’ I thought to myself as I unlocked the door. My temples thudded as I made my way through the carnage that was left of the kitchen. I stumbled into the living room and instantly stopped. I saw my father slowly rise up from behind the couch.
“What are you doing up here, boy?” he asked in a soft yet harsh tone. His head turned towards me. “Didn’t I tell you to stay downstairs?” He paused “Well? Didn’t I?” His tone was more harsh as he moved from behind the couch to a few feet in front of me. I could only nod as I looked up at the man towering above me. “Well then get your ass back in the basement! Go!” He spat. I waited for a few moments and didn’t move. “Is mommy alright?” I asked. My voice broke a few times. “Boy get your ass in that basement or I’m gonna beat you bloody.” he said behind clenched teeth. I ran back into the basement and locked the door behind me. I ran to my bed and shoved my face in a pillow. “Don’t hurt mommy.” I mumbled over and over again.
The screams of my parents and sounds of glass and other things breaking echoed against the stone walls of the basement. The sounds shook me from my daze. My eyes were sore and I could hardly breathe without having snot flow into my mouth I didn’t hesitate as I took out my diary and writ everything down.
And to think, this is the life of a 10 year old.
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