Some Sad Stories

James's Story

James's POV

I sat in the kitchen eating my breakfast waiting for my sister to come down, as usual she was late and when she was late she always came down with her face thick with makeup. This usually happened those times when she speaks up for me when my father gets mad, I know she knows the consequences, yet she still does it she lets him hit her instead of me.

"Hey you ready?" My sister asked me snapped me out of my thoughts and into reality where I stood up and headed outside where she was already at and I was right she was wearing a face thick of make up all because I had to spill my juice on the rug, I was always a butterfingers and for that my sister had to pay.

On the way to school I asked," Why do you do it? Why do you always get hurt? Why?" 

She sighted and said," I prefer for me to be hurt than for him to kill you one day,"

Once we arrived to school I gave her a kiss good-bye on the cheek and hoped of the car and ran for the entrance for the bigger ones always hanged out, in the playground. Once inside I was greeted with a hug from Sandra my best friend. I secretly had a crush on her and even now and then I let out one of the many thoughts I had in my head of her ones that consisted of "you get more prettier every day", and despite the scar that took up a little less than half her face and everyone made fun of, I still thought she was beautiful. But she doesn't believe me.

"Hey did you do you study for the quiz?" She asks me 

"I was going to study but it's hard," I answered with a shrug

"Multiplication isn't hard," She protested 

"Coming from a math genius," I mutter 

They chose that moment to continue and run her life by grabbing her bag and taking her lunch grabbing a cookie and waving it at her face and chanting ," Who's the good doggy, does doggy want a cookie, doggy has to beg if she wants a cookie,"

"Leave her alone!" I yelled at them but they just pushed me into the ground. Fortunately the bell rang making them have to go inside. Every day they do something equally cruel never once leaving her alone. I pushed myself off the ground to help her get herself together. 

"You okay," I asked her once her tears calmed down, she nodded and gave me a weak smile but I knew better she was not okay.

"Come on we're going to be late," I said pulling her towards the class room.

Lunch was the worse we have to stay inside for recess because outside was worse. Outside we had to keep running away from them. Playing a cruel game of hide and seek hoping never to be seeked. 

"Well that was fun wanna try again tomorrow?" We said at the same time when we got out of school, it was a joke between us, it's what kept us sane enough let us go on with our lives, like a promise that we will keep trying.

"Sure,"

But this time it was different we couldn't try again tomorrow.

Coming home with my sister, we did our usual routine of enjoying every possible second before he came home. And that night he came in very late and very drunk. When he unexpectedly opened the door I got startled and I dropped the plate I was holding. 

"Worthless piece of crap look at what you've done!" He screamed at me and hit me hard with the back of his hand.

"Hey don't you dare it him!" My sister yelled at him coming from the kitchen , and he hit her instead kicking and punching it was when he throws her the  coffee table that brings me to stand in front of him and let him hit me instead of taking advantage of hitting my sister while still unconscious. We were at the doorway at that time and he left the door opened. I guess the neighbor happened to be walking his dog around here and saw us when he was hitting us, called the police had him taken to jail for hitting two minors and an ambulance to take us to the hospital because next thing I knew I was in an unfamiliar bed with a beeping thingy next to me. I did not wonder why I was here. I did not ask for an explanation. I asked for my sister.

For an eight year old finding out that your sister died, bleeding to death at the back of the neck, it could change your mind forever. And I never really was pure innocent but since that day if there was even a speck of it left in me, it died, My heart harden, I wouldn't trust anyone anymore, I became a cruel evil being, a monster, for I did not understand why, why did this happen to me? Why was she taken away? I was not the same. And I did not want to be.

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An : I am so sorry for making you wait so long for a new story, I had a few ideas and I started writting them but I either can't finish them or I can't publish them because again I don't have internet, but enough excuses. At last I did publish this and I hope you enjoy it. See I didn't kill the main character in this one. I'm going to upload a few more stories and then there's going to be a contest and an event I've been wanting to do for a long time and I won't say alot just know It's going to be something like an epilogue. ;)

Thank you so much for those who are still reading this, excuse the bad grammar in this, Comment what you think. Please don't kill me and if you do decide to come hunt me down I have a fort and soldier stuff animals that can protect me so HA!good luck with that. Anyways until next time

-Darkangel0329

Ps. I'm thinking of changing the name of the story (what do you think?) to "Please stop hurting me" if you want you can create a cover of it and send it to me so I can put it up if I do change the name. (I will totally give you credit) ;) bye