My heart raced as my feet pound on the floor in rhythm to my thoughts. Like the beat to my poems trapped in my head.
Thud. Thud.
Listen. Learn.
Thud-thud. Thud.Thud.
Taken. Not earned.
Thud. Thud.
Missed. Forgotten.
Lost. Found.
Run all around.
Love blinds but enhances pain.
Love is what kills the sane.
I hate poetry. Nobody wants to read a bunch of poems. People want to read stories, not a twelve-year-old girls feelings. That's why I never waste the paper on them. They aren't worth anything. But then again neither am I, so I guess it fits. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I hear my sister screaming.
"AMELIA! GET YOU ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" Liz yelled. God she acts like she's my mother. She wonders why I don't like her? I turn around and head back home, resenting my interrupted jog.
I stop in front of my snob of a "sister". I stare at her with a heated glare waiting for the lecture I hear every day.
"Talk you little shit! He isn't worth your silence! Don't you understand what he did to me? To mom? To poor Ethan ? He beat us, Em! Dave beat all of us! He was a bad man! A very very bad man and whether you like it or not he is in the past now, he won't come back" Liz did this every day. Told me how bad he was, how bad he beat them, how he won't come back for me. I hate it. I hate myself, because no matter how many times she says it, I still love him. He was horrible to them but to me....he was a father, he was the only one who loved me.
Closing my eyes I decide today is going to be different. A new school, a new life, a new me. From now on the only token of my past will be my silence. But don't get me wrong like Liz, I'm not silent for Dave, I am silent because the last time I was vocal it covered the screams and cries of my siblings. It hid my mothers battered and broken body. That day I vowed not to let myself play the distraction ever again. Not since that day.
Never.
Ever.
Again.
And that means, to ensure it doesn't happen, never again will I speak a word.
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Muted Love
RomanceAmelia is afraid of guys. Deathly afraid. Though it's not like anyone who knows what she's been through could blame her. Molested by her uncle. Raped by her older brothers best friend. Then watching as her mother's boyfriend beat her brother, her si...
