This is the fictional story of what a poor girl hundreds of years ago had to go through...
My mom hates me. I`ve found out why later in my life. There was always clues.
When mom was eighteen, she was raped by a hotel owner in town. Ever since I was born she has hated me. I don`t understand why I have to take the blame for what my father did. I`ve never seen him. But I don`t think I want to either. I`m fourteen years old now, and I have been abused and hated by my mom for fourteen years now. We live in a shed-looking house way out in the deserted fields. There`s only one more house here, but I don`t see the owners so often.
'I didn`t mean to do it! I was just so hungry!' I tried to tell her, but the pain made me see black dots, and I fell to the ground. I don`t think she heard what I said. I had taken some of the food, and she was furious now. I only got two meals a day, and if I took some of her food, I knew what was to come. She punishes me for anything she thinks is wrong. She went back inside the house. I almost cried my eyes out. I was too weak to move. The cold from the ground soon got through my thin dress, and I lied there, shivering. I had thought of running away so many times, but I wouldn`t dare, `cause what if she would come after me?
The dew made my dress wet and cold. I heard the door slam behind me. She grabbed my arm and dragged me up to my room. I stood up and tried to walk without tripping, but she walked so fast that I tripped many times. Back in my room, I tried to think of what to do. Now I had decided to run. This was the last time she was going to let me feel pain. But there was still doubt. I pulled the quilt tight around me.
I didn`t know what was behind the horizon. And even though she hated me, I loved her deep down inside. She was my mother, the only person I knew. Were other people like her too? No, I don`t think so. She had a reason to hate me, but I don`t think other people had a reason too. I wiped my tears off my face and tried to find out how to run away. My room was on the second floor. But the roof above the porch under the window in the bathroom should help me. My room had no windows. But I had to wait until it got dark, so therefore I went asleep.
I woke up and I didn`t know what time it was. I stole away into the bathroom. I heard mom writhe in her bed downstairs. I peaked out of the window and saw that it was early in the morning. The fog lied above the ground and the dew-wet grass shimmered in the light from the moon. A stream of light shone in the horizon.
I pulled myself through the tiny window, and down on the roof. It was really slippery, and my sandals slided downwards. I had to sit down and crawl to not slip. I crawled slowly down with my legs first, but suddenly my foot lost it`s grip and I slided down closer and closer to the edge. My heart raced so fast that I could hear it.
But suddenly there was nothing else but thin air below my feet, and I fell hard on the terrace. I landed on my feet on the plankfloor. It was really painful.
A loud bump was heard and I got really scared. What if mom had heard me? I tried to get up and run like I had decided, but my feet failed me and I fell to the ground. I heard a door slam inside the house. My heart made a jump as I heard it. I used my hands and dragged myself down to the ground. I turned around with my eyes open of fear when I heard the loud and fast steps behind me.
'This is it! I`ve had it!' She yelled. She pulled out a shotgun and loaded it 'No! No!' I shouted. 'Please don`t!' I got up on my feet and stood there reeling. She pointed the gun at me.
'I promise I`ll be a good girl!' Tears poured out of my eyes and my cheeks were wet. Her face was hard as rock.
The time suddenly went into slow motion. Her finger reached for the trigger, and slowly she pulled it. The gun was pointing right at my heart, but a man ran out of the shadows and pushed her. The bullets hit my leg instead, and I fell like a rock. The pain was overwhelming, and black dots filled my sight. I didn`t know what was going on, but I pulled myself towards the neighbours house. It felt like time didn`t excist, I just pulled and crawled. I finally looked back, and I saw mom lying dead on the ground with the shotgun a bit longer away. A blood track showed where I had crawled.
I was getting closer to the house, and then I saw the man who killed mom running into the house on the back of it.
Lights came on, and after a short while the wife came running towards me. I had never seen her this close before. She was a bit chubby and had her blonde hair sat up. I must have been a terrifying sight, thin, bruised and bloody. 'Oh, dear! Poor you!' She said. 'What have happened?' I opened my mouth and tried to talk, but the pain stopped me from that. She took a grip under my arm and tried to help me up. But my sight went black and I fell down again.
She helped me limp up to the house. The house was much bigger than ours. She put me in a bed and cleaned my leg, after she had called the doctor. When the doctor came, he gave me some painrelifers, but it was painful anyway. He removed the bullet.
The following day she told me that they didn`t actually live there, that`s why I hadn`t seen them so often. They hadn`t been there for three years now. I was there for eight days, before we went to the town with a horse and a cart. It was actually not that far away. They took good care of me, and a new period of my life began.
Short story by Julie
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Written on 2006-03-04 at 13:02
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Abused
'no, mom! Stop!' I cried out loud while she hit me with a belt all over my body. I wanted so bad to fight back, but my psychic obstackles stopped me. I used to try to fight back, but I gave up a long time ago. My mom was too strong, and I was psychically and physically tired.My mom hates me. I`ve found out why later in my life. There was always clues.
When mom was eighteen, she was raped by a hotel owner in town. Ever since I was born she has hated me. I don`t understand why I have to take the blame for what my father did. I`ve never seen him. But I don`t think I want to either. I`m fourteen years old now, and I have been abused and hated by my mom for fourteen years now. We live in a shed-looking house way out in the deserted fields. There`s only one more house here, but I don`t see the owners so often.
'I didn`t mean to do it! I was just so hungry!' I tried to tell her, but the pain made me see black dots, and I fell to the ground. I don`t think she heard what I said. I had taken some of the food, and she was furious now. I only got two meals a day, and if I took some of her food, I knew what was to come. She punishes me for anything she thinks is wrong. She went back inside the house. I almost cried my eyes out. I was too weak to move. The cold from the ground soon got through my thin dress, and I lied there, shivering. I had thought of running away so many times, but I wouldn`t dare, `cause what if she would come after me?
The dew made my dress wet and cold. I heard the door slam behind me. She grabbed my arm and dragged me up to my room. I stood up and tried to walk without tripping, but she walked so fast that I tripped many times. Back in my room, I tried to think of what to do. Now I had decided to run. This was the last time she was going to let me feel pain. But there was still doubt. I pulled the quilt tight around me.
I didn`t know what was behind the horizon. And even though she hated me, I loved her deep down inside. She was my mother, the only person I knew. Were other people like her too? No, I don`t think so. She had a reason to hate me, but I don`t think other people had a reason too. I wiped my tears off my face and tried to find out how to run away. My room was on the second floor. But the roof above the porch under the window in the bathroom should help me. My room had no windows. But I had to wait until it got dark, so therefore I went asleep.
I woke up and I didn`t know what time it was. I stole away into the bathroom. I heard mom writhe in her bed downstairs. I peaked out of the window and saw that it was early in the morning. The fog lied above the ground and the dew-wet grass shimmered in the light from the moon. A stream of light shone in the horizon.
I pulled myself through the tiny window, and down on the roof. It was really slippery, and my sandals slided downwards. I had to sit down and crawl to not slip. I crawled slowly down with my legs first, but suddenly my foot lost it`s grip and I slided down closer and closer to the edge. My heart raced so fast that I could hear it.
But suddenly there was nothing else but thin air below my feet, and I fell hard on the terrace. I landed on my feet on the plankfloor. It was really painful.
A loud bump was heard and I got really scared. What if mom had heard me? I tried to get up and run like I had decided, but my feet failed me and I fell to the ground. I heard a door slam inside the house. My heart made a jump as I heard it. I used my hands and dragged myself down to the ground. I turned around with my eyes open of fear when I heard the loud and fast steps behind me.
'This is it! I`ve had it!' She yelled. She pulled out a shotgun and loaded it 'No! No!' I shouted. 'Please don`t!' I got up on my feet and stood there reeling. She pointed the gun at me.
'I promise I`ll be a good girl!' Tears poured out of my eyes and my cheeks were wet. Her face was hard as rock.
The time suddenly went into slow motion. Her finger reached for the trigger, and slowly she pulled it. The gun was pointing right at my heart, but a man ran out of the shadows and pushed her. The bullets hit my leg instead, and I fell like a rock. The pain was overwhelming, and black dots filled my sight. I didn`t know what was going on, but I pulled myself towards the neighbours house. It felt like time didn`t excist, I just pulled and crawled. I finally looked back, and I saw mom lying dead on the ground with the shotgun a bit longer away. A blood track showed where I had crawled.
I was getting closer to the house, and then I saw the man who killed mom running into the house on the back of it.
Lights came on, and after a short while the wife came running towards me. I had never seen her this close before. She was a bit chubby and had her blonde hair sat up. I must have been a terrifying sight, thin, bruised and bloody. 'Oh, dear! Poor you!' She said. 'What have happened?' I opened my mouth and tried to talk, but the pain stopped me from that. She took a grip under my arm and tried to help me up. But my sight went black and I fell down again.
She helped me limp up to the house. The house was much bigger than ours. She put me in a bed and cleaned my leg, after she had called the doctor. When the doctor came, he gave me some painrelifers, but it was painful anyway. He removed the bullet.
The following day she told me that they didn`t actually live there, that`s why I hadn`t seen them so often. They hadn`t been there for three years now. I was there for eight days, before we went to the town with a horse and a cart. It was actually not that far away. They took good care of me, and a new period of my life began.
Short story by Julie
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Written on 2006-03-04 at 13:02
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