Age 4:
"Time to come down Adelaide!" Ms Pottinger commanded, her thin eyes glaring at me.
"Nope" I grinned toothlessly, daintily swinging further up the jungle gym.
"Dont make me come up there" She growled. Both her and I knew she couldnt make it a meter with her tight skirt and high heels.
"Good luck" I replied, settling on to a bar and poking my toungue at her.
She turned away and marched angrily into the large building called kindy. I smiled in success as I stared down at the play yard below me, I must have been twenty meters high; I felt like the king of the world. Things at home were getting bad, Daddy was angry with me and told me I was a very bad girl. He would then beat me with his belt until my back hurt, I tried to be good for him I really did, I guess he was just angry that mommy left. Daddy scared me, no matter how hard I tried, I was always too naughty. Being up here made me feel free, like nobody could touch me but it was only an illusion. I would always have to come down.
Ms Pottinger returned to where she had resided moments ago with a snide smirk on her face.
"I called someone to get you, you have been a very naughty girl" She told me, her evil glare sending shivers down my spine.
"Who? I queried timidly. Ms Pottinger's smirk grew larger at my fear.
"Where is this stupid girl?" My fathers harsh voice bouncing around the playground.
"Right there Mr O'Hara" She replied pointing to my shaking figure. I felt my breathing slow and my chest tighten, fear took over my body as I shakily climbed the jungle gym.
After climbing for what felt like hours, I reached the top and turned to face the two adults. Meters down my father slowly climbed closer, this is the point when a feeling of numbness spred through my body.
"Im gonna kill you bitch." He whispered and everything went black...
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Present Day:
"So this is when the blackouts started" The therapist questioned scribbling down my recalled memory.
"I think so" I replied, looking restlessly at the celling. This wasn't my idea, I didn't want to be here cramped in this small room while I talked to a stranger about my problems.
"Did they occur often?" She asked looking up into my glazed green eyes.
"I guess, maybe once every few months but none major."
"When was the next big one?" Sue queried capping her pen and giving me her undivided attention.
"When I was 6"
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Age 6:
"Where are you bitch?" He shouted, his voice echoing around the house.
"Up here" I answered timidly, climbing down the rickety stairs to meet my livid father.
"I got a call from school" He paused leaving me squirming in anticipation "Someones been a naughty girl again. Do you know what I do to naughty girls? He smirked stepping towards me.
I took a large step back, my voice caught in my throat. A sharp pain spread through my check as his large hand came in contact with it.
"Answer me bitch!" He growled. I shook my head wildly as he walked closer and whispered into my ear...
"Well let me show you."
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Present Day:
"I woke up in my neighbors house with bruises and cuts all over my body. They told me 'Don't be scared, your daddy's going away for a very long time' I was sent to live in Ireland with my mom" I told her finishing my story.
"Where did you live with your father?" she asked furiously scribbling in her notebook.
"America" I replied simply.
"Ok miss O'Hara, that is all for today I will see you tomorrow" She smiled helping me up and leading me to the door.
"Thanks Mrs Edwards" I said returning the smile before walking out the door to freedom.
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I arrived at my little flat located in the centre of London. It wasn't much a single bedroom, lounge, kitchen and bathroom. It was basic but it was all I could afford with my pay. I sat down at the rickety table and began to sift through the pile of mail strewn in front of me. Bills, bills, more bills, I threw them on the pile of growing bills that need to be paid.
Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye, a package. The entire time I had lived alone nobody had sent me a package, the most I received for my birthday was a basic card with £20 stashed in it. Pulling it closer, I greedily ripped the paper off. Inside I found an old brown journal, the pages brown and curled on the edges. It must have been delivered to the wrong place, I had never seen this journal in my entire life. Curiosity got the better of me as I began to flick through the pages.
Dates lined the pages, all seemingly familiar to me but for what reason, I did not know. I continued flicking through the pages, the dates started on my birthday 23/10/1994 and continued right up until 24/8/2043, when they suddenly stopped. The dates averaged out at around once a month or so, some months had none others had multiple. I sat there for hours, trying to decode what the dates signified when one stood out to me, 6/10/2004, the day I killed Niall.
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The Butterfly Effect
Fanfiction"It has been said that something as small as a flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon half way across the world." Adelaide O'hara has suffered from stress related blackouts for as long as she can remember. Her blackouts can las...
