This is all I have so far, its the first story ive ever written. im not finished with it, but let me know if you like it!;) thanks! ps. if u want to see how I picture Jamie, go on youtube and watch the music video for crawling by linkin park and the girl in it, is what I picture Jamie to look like. thanks!;)
Echo's of them fighting, linger in my head. i try to push it away, but its imbetted in my mind. Trapped inside myself, i cant escape. Thoughts of the past are breaking through my brain.All at once,and im done with this life. I know that when he's done fighting with mom, he'll come for me next.I close my eyes and hope it will all be ok, but i already know the outcome.
The darkness of my room breaks, as he pushes my door open. I try to hide, desperetly hoping to become unseen. i want to leave so bad,and now is when i wish i was invisable.He knows im here, i can hear his footsteps approaching slowly. Im cuddled up in a corner, holding my shallow breath, eyes squeezed shut.The sound escaping from his size 12 heavy duty work boots, slamming against the wooden floor, comes to a hault right infront of me. A tear escapes my eye, rolling down my cheek, my heart stops its beat, im staring at his feet. lets just get this over with.
The force of his boot to my face, left blood streaming from my nose. He grabs me by my cutup wrists and throws me against the wall,and lets me fall to the floor. I dont even move. I lay there, defenceless everytime, its not worth fighting back, not worth allowing him that satisfaction. Im just a ragdoll to mess with. This time he lifted me from the saftey of the floor, by my long black hair, and throws a punch to my face. "You aint nothing but a piece of shit like your mother!" I stare into his dark brown eyes, there hollow, and empty. Without a tear in mine, i think to myself, "i need to get knoked out, i cant bear to fathom conciousness for the next part, i dont want to be awake, i dont want to be awake, i don- He punches me in the gut,and knocks the wind out of me. Next he elbows me in the jaw. I find myself with him on top of me, throwing more and more punches to my frail body. Slowly im nodding out of conciousness, as i count the punches im taking, 5..i see his hand rise back up, 6..i see his fist approach my eye, 7.. i dont feel it anymore, and i start loosing track, atlast, im slipping away from my realiity. The last thing i remember is, "i dont want to be awake for the next part."as i let go of this world, and go into a still dream of nothingness.
Still in his daughter Jamie's room, where he's come to find enough pleasure in beating her up, John finds that he's ready to advance with his next wave of torture to his daughter. He leaves her room, and grabs another bottle of whiskey. This time instead of pouring another shot, John drinks it straight out of the bottle.A half hour later, and half the bottle is gone, taking it's effect on him.Theres alcohol pulsing through his every heartbeat. Its slithering through his veins,and grasping his thoughts, possesing them to evil ideas. As his heartbeat pounds,and quickens, John finds he's about ready for his next abusive session to Jamie.
Jamie's POV:
"He did it again". i faintly said to myself as i was waking up.I dont know how long i was out, or what exactly he did, but it must have been a while, because i dont see any trace of him around. Im relieved to find that he did, in fact, accually knock me unconcious, because i dont have any memory of the corrosponding abuse,and im so thankful for that. I assume its about three hours later from the time this all originated. As i go to get up off the floor, i find that i cannot move, its too painful. He really got me good this ti- "no" i manage to whimper in a low voice ,completly in disbelief, at the sight of my drunk "father," in realization thaat he never did it yet, i woke up too early."This cant be happening." I said to myself in a slow, motonious voice. In disbelief, that i have to suffer yet again, but this time in a different way, in a much worse way.
"Help!" i Scream, in hopes my mom might want to save me this time,but its no use.Nobody cares enough to save me. I desperetly try to escape my room,as he steps closer to me.Yet again, feeling trapt. I use my bed to help me get up off the ground, and as i try to run to the door, John pushes me down. He slams and locks the door shut, as he takes off his belt,and unbottons his pants. "HELP!" this time i scream louder, in the direction of my window, praying that mabye someone from outside can hear my cries, but to no privail. Im running out of options fast, and as a final attempt to breakaway, i lunge for the window. Careless that my room is on the second floor. "Anything is better than this."
