Someday, We'll Be The Ones Who Got Away..{Eliza}
Aug 3, 2012 14:52:49 GMT -5
Post by mcmarti99 on Aug 3, 2012 14:52:49 GMT -5
Kenai woke me up extra early that morning. He's been fussy lately. Of course, THAT doesn't go along well with the so called 'Mastermind'. I think back to last night. My hands shake at the thought of it. The threat of my baby's death scares me more than the threat of my own, and both were present. My eyes shot open at just the slightest sound Kenai makes. I throw the 'covers' off and rush over to him. I made a little crib for him while I was pregnant. I take him in my arms and quietly usher him into sleep just like my mother did me. This was the last thing I remember of her. Holding me close and keeping me from the dangerous arms of my greedy father. When I think of my mother I think of my sister. When the word mother comes to mind, her picture always goes along with the definition. I haven't been sleeping for the past two days considering Kenai's outbursts, so knowing that he won't cry as long as he's in my arms pulls me into a deep sleep.
I dream of freedom from the dreaded world we live in. I dream of open meadows, and places for Kenai to play. I dream of the day when I die. When I do escape all this. Though in my dream, Kenai will always have someone who loves him, and cares for him as I do. That's when I realize it's a dream. All those other things could really happen, somehow, but my death and Kenai's protection are two things that could never happen. Ever. I realize it's a dream when I wake up, but not by Kenai's crying, by The Right Hand Man's harsh shaking. He is not a pretty sight to wake up to. He has Kenai in his arms. Wake up. He says it calmly, trying not to startle me, but does he even know it startles me just to see him? I jumped almost half way across the 8 by 9 room, which isn't a big feat in itself. I felt so exposed. I jutted myself into a corner farthest away from him. My arms wrapped themselves around my loosely clothed body. Only then did I realize he had my baby in his arms.
He walked slowly toward me and I felt my heart pounding. He looked suspicious. I covered my eyes and jutted myself farther into the corner. Waiting for him to attack me again. His blue eyes resemble Kenai's, and I was afraid Kenai would inherit his behaviors, I try to keep Kenai as far away from him as possible, and now there is no way for me to stop him from looking. Kenai is going to witness a raping before he even knows what it is. The Right Hand Man walked towards me like a lion, cornering it's prey. I was fresh meat. I covered my eyes again, I pushed them into my knees, and held my knees tight against my chest. Tears streamed down my face and I couldn't hold them back. I let them flow and drip onto the floor, along with glands of sweat. He was standing over top of me now, probably enjoying my fear of him. He grabbed my arms, which he had to yank from my knees and spread them out, I was trembling in such an awful way. He lay Kenai on my knees and wrapped my arms around him. I wiped my face with my shirt. He looked at me with triumphant eyes. Just thought I would return this. And with that he walked out of the room laughing. I burst into tears and clutched my baby, the only reason I would ever want to live. The Right Hand Man stuck his head back in the door. Oh, and you'll be on 8th street today, be ready in five minutes. And with that he was finally gone.
I knew I had to get up, unless I wanted a repeat of what just happened to unfold. I dressed in a tattered grey tee shirt that was worn out from where I was pregnant. I slipped on some pants as well, also worn out. I sat on the bed and began to brush my hair, I was crying and shaking so hard, I couldn't get the brush through even the untangled hairs. The Thief was walking through the hallway by my door whistling. She came in, as she did everyday to play with Kenai while I washed up. She turned into my doorway and stopped whistling. I looked up at her, telling her through my tear blurred eyes what had happened. She gasped and ran over to my bed. She hugged me. I felt safe in her arms, even though she was much smaller than me. I hugged her back. Letting all my tears fall onto her shirt. She released me and began to brush my tattered hair. She led me to the door with everyone else, me holding Kenai in my still shaking arms. She took him from me, afraid I was going to drop him and wiped the final tear away from my face. The Right Hand Man couldn't see me like this again. I walked in and he winked at me. Anger bottled up inside me, but innocence was plastered on my face. The Thief grabbed my hand and gave it three tight squeezes. Bringing me back to my senses. I looked back on my dreams. I hope the day I die comes soon enough.
Tags: Piper, for character ideas. I'm Known As Eliza.
Note: An Okay Start?
[/center]I dream of freedom from the dreaded world we live in. I dream of open meadows, and places for Kenai to play. I dream of the day when I die. When I do escape all this. Though in my dream, Kenai will always have someone who loves him, and cares for him as I do. That's when I realize it's a dream. All those other things could really happen, somehow, but my death and Kenai's protection are two things that could never happen. Ever. I realize it's a dream when I wake up, but not by Kenai's crying, by The Right Hand Man's harsh shaking. He is not a pretty sight to wake up to. He has Kenai in his arms. Wake up. He says it calmly, trying not to startle me, but does he even know it startles me just to see him? I jumped almost half way across the 8 by 9 room, which isn't a big feat in itself. I felt so exposed. I jutted myself into a corner farthest away from him. My arms wrapped themselves around my loosely clothed body. Only then did I realize he had my baby in his arms.
He walked slowly toward me and I felt my heart pounding. He looked suspicious. I covered my eyes and jutted myself farther into the corner. Waiting for him to attack me again. His blue eyes resemble Kenai's, and I was afraid Kenai would inherit his behaviors, I try to keep Kenai as far away from him as possible, and now there is no way for me to stop him from looking. Kenai is going to witness a raping before he even knows what it is. The Right Hand Man walked towards me like a lion, cornering it's prey. I was fresh meat. I covered my eyes again, I pushed them into my knees, and held my knees tight against my chest. Tears streamed down my face and I couldn't hold them back. I let them flow and drip onto the floor, along with glands of sweat. He was standing over top of me now, probably enjoying my fear of him. He grabbed my arms, which he had to yank from my knees and spread them out, I was trembling in such an awful way. He lay Kenai on my knees and wrapped my arms around him. I wiped my face with my shirt. He looked at me with triumphant eyes. Just thought I would return this. And with that he walked out of the room laughing. I burst into tears and clutched my baby, the only reason I would ever want to live. The Right Hand Man stuck his head back in the door. Oh, and you'll be on 8th street today, be ready in five minutes. And with that he was finally gone.
I knew I had to get up, unless I wanted a repeat of what just happened to unfold. I dressed in a tattered grey tee shirt that was worn out from where I was pregnant. I slipped on some pants as well, also worn out. I sat on the bed and began to brush my hair, I was crying and shaking so hard, I couldn't get the brush through even the untangled hairs. The Thief was walking through the hallway by my door whistling. She came in, as she did everyday to play with Kenai while I washed up. She turned into my doorway and stopped whistling. I looked up at her, telling her through my tear blurred eyes what had happened. She gasped and ran over to my bed. She hugged me. I felt safe in her arms, even though she was much smaller than me. I hugged her back. Letting all my tears fall onto her shirt. She released me and began to brush my tattered hair. She led me to the door with everyone else, me holding Kenai in my still shaking arms. She took him from me, afraid I was going to drop him and wiped the final tear away from my face. The Right Hand Man couldn't see me like this again. I walked in and he winked at me. Anger bottled up inside me, but innocence was plastered on my face. The Thief grabbed my hand and gave it three tight squeezes. Bringing me back to my senses. I looked back on my dreams. I hope the day I die comes soon enough.
Tags: Piper, for character ideas. I'm Known As Eliza.
Note: An Okay Start?
