Whispers in the Dark

Forever Damaged

We continue on walking, we find another cabin I have Hermione stand behind a tree in case anything happens. I knock. A girl opens the door she is almost my height and about my age. "Hi?" She looks at me curiously.  "Hey!"  I try to sound cherrful. "Can I help you?" She sounds tired. "Um...yes, actually do you mind telling me where we are?" I shiver from the wind, I hadn't even thought about it being winter until now. "Sure, why don't you come on in" She motions her hand in the door frame gesturing me to enter. " "Um...there are actually three of us, is that okay?" I ponder for a moment thinking how rude this must sound, but I can't leave Hermione  "Yeah, that's fine." She crosses her arms, probably cold. "Hermione!" She comes out from behind the tree. "Yeah, Clary?!" She comes to where I am having the bookbag on her right shoulder, dog under her left, and rolling the suit case with her right. I take the suitcase and we go in. Inside it is a medium sized cabin and the decorations make the room look ten times better.I set our stuff down by the door and ask about a bathroom, for my face. When I come back Hermione and the girl are talking on the living room couch. I sit down next to Hermione. She told me what she talked about including her name, Gwyneth. She pulls out a map, she explains where we are and we talk for a little while. By the time we are done its six p.m., Gwyneth makes ramen. She then leads us to two rooms. I lay in my bed with the door shut staring at the ceiling. I think of my life. It was never perfect. Ever since Hermione was born dad would beat momma. Although as children we never under stood this, we just thought momma was really clumsy. At least thats what she told us. As I grew older I saw it take place in the kitchen, he saw me and my fate became the same every B or lower in school, every time I got in trouble at school, every time a fight happened, any time anything  bad happened he would beat me. I still have scars, that'll never go away. The worst was when he would do it to Hermione, he would tie me to a kitchen chair with a belt and beat her. If I told him to stop he would do it harder. That evil bastard deserves less than hell. I honestly believe that and that will never change. Eventually I fall asleep.~~~~~~~dream~land~~~~~~~~  I hear a scream. A seven year old me stands there looking down crying, restrained by a belt, the seven year old me stays silent, the world seems to have gone quiet. The tiny me looks up...big mistake...a scream peirces through the silence. The little me looks mad. I know at whom...herself and the one beating her sister. "Why didn't you get a A?!" He barks at her as the whip comes down on a six year old Hermione's back. She screams "I-i'mm  s-sor-ry, i-it won-'t ha-hap- pen a- ga-i- in." She manages to say through the tears pouring down her face. "It better not!" He says in a booming voice. "Put your shirt back on child don't be indecent, just because this is home!" She does as told whispering a apology. "I swear your mother produces the most idiotic children." He mutters under his breath, but loud enough for us to hear. He comes and let's me out of the belt restraining me to a column "Yeah, sure blame mom for our idiocy, we all know good and well which parent we got that trait from." "What did you say?!" Oh crap! I must've thought out loud! "Nothing just agreeing with you that I'm a idiot!" I'm dead! "Good. That's what I thought you said." I run upstairs to our room.

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Hey guys, what do you think? I know its not the best, but I'm only human. Don't be a pansycake! Bye.