dig deep // spesh
Jan 12, 2014 11:21:22 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Jan 12, 2014 11:21:22 GMT -5
“we’re damned after all” urbane magpie - forty one - district five The sheets of paper, torn and ink-stained fall from my hands and onto the floor, tearing through the curtain of silence, although the sound does nothing to stop my hands from shaking and my eyes from staring fixedly at my daughter. She looks like she just crawled from the grave. Her hair is knotted and limp, her eyes wild, red at the rims. Hollow cheeks, and yellowing teeth bared in a grimace, or a territorial growl. What the fuck are you doing in here?" Meryem spits, voice all gravel and ice. The tone, and the curse, turn my insides cold. I raised her, I cared for her, and this is how she repays me? "This is my room. Are you too much of a bitch to give me common courtesy?" All at once, any dread or guilt I had at being captured turns to fury. My jaw sets, and my heartbeat increases until it's pounding in my ears. In three quick strides, avoiding piles of laundry and stationery, I reach my daughter, pull back my hand and bring it hard on her cheek. The slap resonates, and the wedding ring, a reminder of empty promises and abandonment that I only wear from fear of change, cuts into Meryem's cheek. Blood wells to the surface almost immediately. If I was any other woman - any weaker woman - I would apologise at once, gather my little chick into my arms, soothe her. But I am not. I have suffered so much loss, felt so much guilt, that I'm purged of it all. Fuming, my breath heavy, all I can manage is, "How...dare...you." |
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