Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria)

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Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria) Jul 10, 2011 11:41:11 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jul 10, 2011 11:41:11 GMT -5

I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me

I burst out the house afraid. I looked back to see my father perusing me, his face red with anger. His fists were clenched and his eyes bulging. I turned on my heels and ran. My heart beat hard against my ribs as I sprinted down the sand dunes and along the beach. It was late, almost 11 o'clock, and the moon shone peacefully in the sky; its reflection glistening in the mirror of the sea, but I didn't care about that. I just wanted to get away from my father. Being a peacekeeper, he isn't around often and he doesn't drink, but tonight he'd had several bottles of wine. And I knew from the past that when he was drunk he did horrible, disturbing things.

My mother had to endure the kinds of torture he created. I had never understood what he did. Until tonight. I hadn't done any thing, I was just sitting on my own at home. When he came in. He was drunk, I could see it and smell it. The moment he saw me, he was on top of me, trying to kiss me, touch me. Terrified I lashed out but he tried to hold me down. I tried to kick him away, but I was too weak. It all happened in a blur of terror. I remember the pain and tears caressing my cheeks as my father pinned me down. Finally, I got my chance. I caught him off guard and flung him with all my might off me and I ran.

I kept running and running for miles and miles. My feet began to ache and my breath hitched as I ran. I was far from home now. I couldn't see if my Dad was following me. My chest heaved as I stood frozen to the spot, painful tears rolled down my cheeks. The chilly ocean wind blew right through me causing me to shiver and shake, my breath weezing from the long run. I looked round.

Where am I?

There were a few houses, whose windows were dark and empty, to my left. Ahead was miles of land and to my right was a steep cliff edge. I gazed round, terrified. I'd never been out on my own at night before. I went to walk towards the house but I felt a sharp pain in my feet. I looked down to see they were bleeding, the blood seeping into the grass. I also saw my arms were covered in marks and bruises. I still had my night gown on, it was slightly torn but it was mainly intact. It flapped in the wind around my knees. I closed my eyes clutching my seemingly empty stomach. I fell to my knees crying. I wish I could call for help but I couldn't. I hoped someone would find me before I froze to death.

Last Edit: Jul 21, 2011 2:52:10 GMT -5 by ali

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Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria) Jul 12, 2011 12:16:09 GMT -5

Post by Northern Lights [Cil] on Jul 12, 2011 12:16:09 GMT -5

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My horse’s saddle was tight and I was ready for a little evening trot. The air was relaxing and stirred a cool salty breeze. After all, the coast was half a minute away. My eyes only saw whatever was illuminated by the spherical moon; I guessed that my trusty Arctic only saw the same. The grass was a pale blue, rustling towards the lunar chunk of rock as the gales breathed inwards. At every exhalation of the invisible forces, my hair flew backwards and a lot of mane-hair whipped my face. A little smooth trot led me to a halt. I secured my left heel into the horse’s flank as my freezing ears detected a noise I couldn’t quite place. I first thought it was drizzle or the sea, but I felt it wasn’t such a thing. I shuffled on my saddle, getting a bit uncomfortable. My arms tensed on the ropes of the bridle and I forced my friend left, directly from where I heard the sound from. That little extra chill of wind aroused the hairs on the back of my neck, petrifying me on my steed. I could tell my Arctic was afraid too, she was trying to back away from the noise. I hoped she wouldn’t flee with me on her back. I sent her into a walk, approaching what I heard, with full curiosity. My heart thumped and froze, thumped and froze in a repeating pattern like the beat of a catchy song. Focusing on the noise, I recognized that this was a sob, a silent cry. This unnerved me even more. I dismounted Arctic and kissed her pulsing temple gently; a plead for her to stay nearby as fear pounded through my veins. I shuffled away from her, into the darkness of the un-illuminated meadows. I focused my eyes, realising where I was. My environment; stone maison to my left, fields of freedom to my right and right in the middle, a dishevelled girl sobbing on the floor, curled into a position I could only closely relate to a ball.

”Hello, miss?” I whimpered, and then I noticed the girl’s body related to my mother’s, whenever she was sad and afraid. My mom always had little moments were she would zone out and immediately after them, huddle in the corner in this exact position and cry. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see the girl’s face, so no idea about her identity or if I had ever seen her before. I knelt down onto my knees a bit further away. Is she injured?

[/i] I motioned towards her, alerted. My eyes scanned her again. A small silky night gown, bruised limbs and I think a bleeding leg, though I’m not sure. I shivered as a gust of wind blew me hollow, little mountains rising out of my skin. I decided to be brave and I sat beside her. I gently poked her shoulder then retracted my hand back as quick as possible so she wouldn’t bite me. Bite you? Silly Behr. [/i] My conscience sounded like my father with soft humour. He probably is my conscience anyway. I shrugged off the irrelevant thoughts that jumbled my brain and I eagerly waited for the curled up girl to respond to my prod, maybe even uncurl herself.[/size][/blockquote]
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Last Edit: Jul 16, 2011 12:47:15 GMT -5 by Northern Lights [Cil]

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Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria) Jul 12, 2011 13:02:07 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jul 12, 2011 13:02:07 GMT -5

I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me

I kept sobbing, my body heaving with every breath I took. My lungs burnt, my feet ached, my head span and my chest tightened as I struggled to breath. I was alone. I felt alone, I didn't even open my eyes. I was afraid of what I'd see. My father hovering over me. I thought about what he had exactly done.

Had he done what I thought he had done? Or didn't he get the chance.....I can't remember....I just can't

I swallowed the tears hard as my lip quivered. I curled tighter into a ball as I tried to forget, as I tried to go to sleep.

It was a few minutes, maybe ten before I felt something. The grass was shifting un-naturally. I frowned, still continuing to cry. I felt more grass brush against my arm and then someone, touch my shoulder.

It was almost an instant reaction. I hit out at whoever was touching me, hitting them on the side of the face or neck. I couldn't tell, my eyes were glazed over with tears. I quickly crawled backwards and stared at the person. It was a boy, no a man, with long brown hair with blonde highlights in places. His eyes were, somewhat, storm green colour. He had stubble on his jaw and chin. He seemed scared but he was looking at me. I couldn't help but want him to hold me and tell me it was okay like the princes in stories, but they never happened. I stared at him as he stared back. Was he trying to get my attention? I felt another gust of win cause me to shiver. I clutched my stomach tightly feeling sick with dred. I looked back up at him, pleading with my eyes that he would help me. For I couldn't speak. My feet..no....my thigh was bleeding again. I closed my eyes crying harder.

What was wrong with me?

I looked at the man again, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks. I desprately needed sleep, I could feel my eye lids drooping with every passing minute. I decided that he wanted to know if I was ok. So with out hesitation I signed to him.

“Please help me!”

I sniffled looking at him, I knew he wouldn't understand but atleast he knew what I was.

Last Edit: Aug 10, 2011 17:47:10 GMT -5 by ali

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Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria) Jul 12, 2011 14:52:54 GMT -5

Post by Northern Lights [Cil] on Jul 12, 2011 14:52:54 GMT -5

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CLAP! A loud noise rang through my ears, a pang of pain shattering my rosy, frosty cheek.

That’s leaving a mark…

[/i][/color] I cringed and rubbed the red area that hurt like a flame. Although she hit me, hit me very hard, I had no problem with it. Self-defence always gets the best of people; after all I would do exactly the same. I sigh and shake my head, hair tickling my head. I sorted back the brown strands, and stared at the girl who shuffled away from me, weeping twice as much as before. She had brown, short hair carefully sorted as a pixie cut, a small side-fringe skimming her eyes which looked like bubbles of ocean water. She had a finely defined face, which was crowded by tears. I bet she looked far prettier when she wasn’t in this state. She started coughing and spluttering a bit. Oh dear, this isn’t what I wanted at all, I hope I didn’t upset her. Then I spotted her checking her wounds, I cringed once again, and made a small ouch sound to myself, biting my lip at her possible pain. Then, out of a sudden, she motioned her hands in an orderly fashion. Was this a form of communication? I nodded to her, whatever she said I would say yes to. I stood up and held my index finger up, hoping it would signify ‘just a minute’. My legs ran uncontrollably from the way I came, and searched for Arctic near the full leafy shrubs that guarded the area. A thought stumbled through my mind, maybe this girl was deaf? Mute? I found it pretty easy, finding Arctic amongst puny shrubs. I grabbed her harness, and lead the grey horse back to the unstable girl. I took a look at the frail female once again; she was in a far worse state. I made a weird sign, attempting to say we’ll ride the horse back to my house. I had a fear she didn’t understand, yet I shrugged it off and managed to approach her.
“I’m sorry if this is weird, I don’t know if you can read lips or something, But I need to help you onto the horse.” I used my mouth a lot when talking, hoping she could read lips. I had no idea how she would react. I hoped she wouldn’t hit me again, because that hurt. a lot.[/size][/blockquote]
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Last Edit: Jul 16, 2011 12:46:33 GMT -5 by Northern Lights [Cil]

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Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria) Jul 16, 2011 4:45:45 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jul 16, 2011 4:45:45 GMT -5

I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me

I watched as the boy, I mean man, nodded in agreement to my question. He slowly stood and held up his index fashion as if to tell me to wait for a minute. Then he was gone.

No....

I immediately began to cry harder in fear that the man would not return. That he had run off, scared that I couldn't talk. Tears flowed down my cheeks, I stared at the place where he had stood.I began to feel scared again, I was alone. My heart beat against my ribs as I began to worry that my father would find me...and kill me or wose still, finish what he started. I then realized the man had been gone for a long while. I thought about how I'd hit him. I hope he wasn't angry. I didn't like it when people got angry..especially when it was directed at me. Finally, to my relief, the man returned with a horse. I frowned still crying, spluttering. He paused before signing to me.

The octopus....in the dog kennel? What?

I couldn't help but smile a little at that. I watched as he came over again and kneeled in front of me. He then spoke and I carefully analyzed what they were saying.

"I’m sorry if this is weird, I don’t know if you can read lips or something, But I need to help you onto the horse.”

I looked over his shoulder at the horse through a curtain of tears. The horse looked demonic, truthfully...but it seemed sweet. I wasn't that great with animals, I hated cats and dogs, also I had a phobia for Fish. I looked back up at the man then back at the horse. I nodded gently at the man as if to accept his offer. Tears still rolled down my cheeks and my arms were beginning to sting in the cold.[/justify

Last Edit: Aug 11, 2011 2:28:55 GMT -5 by ali

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Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria) Jul 16, 2011 11:46:40 GMT -5

Post by Northern Lights [Cil] on Jul 16, 2011 11:46:40 GMT -5

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I grinned widely as she nodded. For the first time, a beautiful smile was painted across her face. I felt like an idiot, and I knew the blush was going to float into my cheeks at any moment. I removed my leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders before lifting her into my weak arms. She wasn’t heavy at all, which is strange since I have not-so-muscled arms. I placed her on the very front of the saddle, sideways so her two feet hung on the same side. I slowly wrapped her arms around the horse’s neck, so she could hold on tight. I noticed I had some fluid had gone onto my hands too. The iron scent screamed blood. This alerted me; I needed to get this girl back to my house as soon as possible. I took a deep breath and heaved myself behind the girl, securing my feet on the sides of the horse. Arctic could bear our weight, being a large mare. I sensed that the girl in front of me was a bit nervous, was it her first time? I pulled the reins over the girl’s body so I could maintain a perfect grip.

“Feeling Comfortable?”I whispered, holding a questioning thumbs-up in front of her. I felt her head shift. If it was a nod or a shake, I would have to take her either way as she was. I wouldn’t risk leaving this princess here, injured or handling her again, as she might feel even more pain. I shuffled into the saddle, or the little part left of it. “Go, Arctic!” I told the horse and dug my boots into her flanks. She got the message, and galloped across the meadow, the thumping of her hooves made me and my passenger jolt up and down in a rhythmic pattern. The jacket would protect my passenger from the gusty winds that passed the horse on our short cliff journey. In a matter of minutes, I spotted the dim light of the oil lamp I left outside my stable for guidance. I order Arctic to gallop faster, heels digging in further. I wrapped my arms around the girl, whilst holding the reins, to try and keep myself – and possibly her – warm.
Arctic whinnied as I leapt off of her. She looked tired. I opened the stable’s wooden door, making a familiar creak. I led the horse in, with the bleeding girl still mounted on the leather saddle. In the flame-light, I could finally see her problems. I removed her from the horse, which stood patiently in her area beside it’s sibling, unlocking her hands from around the mare’s neck and lifted her up. At the back of the small stable, I kept the year’s supply of straw, in massive bales. I whisked my patient over to the softest straw pile and laid her down gently, carefully to prevent any more blood from spilling. I searched the ten meter by ten meter square ranch for a first aid kit I could’ve stashed somewhere. I found nothing but some tissues, horse bandages and some hand fertilizer. I returned to the girl and wiped her tears with several tissues, which all soaked through. “Please, stay with me,” I shivered, “I’ll try save you.” I developed a stern face, and cleared her wounds with hand fertilizer. I saw tears rush out of her eyes each time I squirted the fertilizer into the places where blood generated. It hurt, but I was always told this pain means the cleaning out of the infection and bad germs. I grabbed tissues to place over the foot wounds, once they were soaked I wrapped the bandages tightly around her feet, hoping to pressurize the foot as much as possible. I had never done this before. My inexperienced hands worked over both of her feet. I finished, but I felt blood was still flowing from somewhere, as the straw and the thin thing that I struggle to call clothing was drenched in the red dye. I looked at her then raised my hands and shrugged, as if to ask where else is the blood coming from? I was worried sick, and my goose bumps couldn’t rise higher, my hands couldn’t shake more violently and my heart couldn’t beat faster. I was afraid.

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Last Edit: Jul 16, 2011 12:48:06 GMT -5 by Northern Lights [Cil]

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Big girls don't cry (Behr and Daria) Jul 17, 2011 6:09:15 GMT -5

Post by ali on Jul 17, 2011 6:09:15 GMT -5

I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me

The man grinned broadly at me as he wrapped his jacket round my cold bare shoulders. The wool that lined the leather walls kissed my skin were clothing ddn't cover it. It was warmer than I was but not by much. All of a sudden the brown haired man scooped me into his arms. I gasped, both in pain and surprise. I fit into his arms like a jigsaw, like I was made to fit there. He took e to the horse which stood waiting paitently. The man set me side ways in the leather saddle, before carefully wrapping my arms around the horse's well muscled neck. I pressed my cheek against the hard britsly hair strands. THe horse was warm, very warm. I gripped tighter as the man gave me a thumbs up. I didn't know what he meant so I shifted my head to say yes, tears still pooling in my eyes.

Then we were off. The horse galloped through the long grass along the cliffs. Every bound and bump caused a sharm stabbing pain to shoot across my left side. The cold nocternal wind stung my eyes as the horse ran. Finally the horse came to the hault, the man climbed off her and took us into the stables. I clung tightly to the horses neck as the light from the oil lamps lit my eyes. I continued to cry as the man lifted me off the mare and onto a large pile of hay. He disappeared again, but I knew this time he'd come back. I sobbed as he returned. He mouthed something, I assumed telling me he was trying to help or something patting my eyes dry with several tissues. Then he squirted something on my damaged feet. A sharp tingling pain shot through my body and the tears flowed fast down my cheeks, dripping off my chin. He carefully wrapped up my feet before sitting back. He frowned, then I noticed he looked worried. He gestured to my blood stained nightgown. I looked down, confused were the excess blood was coming from.

I tried to source the bleeding as I shifted my weight again. Then the sharp stabbing pain in my side was there again. I put my hand to my side, feeling dizziness and sickness wash over me. I slowly removed my hand from my hip, only to see fresh glistening blood. My hand began to become fuzzy, unfocused when everything turned to black and toppled to the side.

There was an odd stillness about me. It wasn't like the stillness at night when was in bed. No this was something different. It was a painful stillness, something I couldn't help but try scream about; but I couldn't. It was like I was sinking deep into a pool of tar. I tried to scream out for help, for the boy to help but the tar choked me, wrapping its oily hands around my throat squeezing what air I had inside me. However, I knew I was not dead. How could I be?

As my heart beat against my chest I felt the agonizing pain in my side from the wound. It was like I was being stabbed repeatedly. As I thought of this, I felt memories slip into my empty head, but as soon at they appeared they went. Occasionally felt hand pushing away, maybe that was the dead. Pushing me away from the brink

Last Edit: Aug 11, 2011 16:24:04 GMT -5 by ali

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