Within Reach

~Part 7~

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(WORST SPELLER ALERT! KEEP THAT IN MIND!!)

Ok, so just to clear things up, this next part is a flash back! She is remembering something from the past! (It leads on from the last chapter! If you can't remember how it ended, it might be a good idea to go back and have a quick little check!) This might happen quite a bit through out the story as she will think back on her past, and it will help you get to know Audrey better! You'll begin to learn More and more about what happened before the 'incident', as the story gets further to the main line, and all secrets are unlocked!!! He he!!
So bare with me, this is a
flash back!

Ok, here goes!
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~Littlefuzzypeach
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My body pressed harshly into the marked white wall. I knew she would come stumbling into here soon.
It was exactly 1 month since dad died, and she had only gotten worse. I pressed a blood-stained hand up to my face, pressing it into my left eye, hoping for some relief for my throbbing head. I could hear the floorboards, moaning around the house, and the swayed foot steps that accompanied them.

Drinking again.

I ran my hand down my legs, attempting to remove old blood. But it clumped in some spots where the skin had been broken, leaving stains that saliva alone couldn't remove.

Closer.

She was probably only out side the door a few rooms down. And she'd find me soon. I tried to hold myself, trying to keep it all together. Yes, it had been bad before, like when she did bad things to dad - his blood spilling out onto the couch. The chairs. The bed. The floor. The carpet. The rims of broken beer bottles, The bench tops, the car seats. Dad's blood lingered around the house like a bad smell. It was everywhere, and he almost always had it somewhere written on his skin-

But never this bad.
Not this drunk.
Not this angry.

I could hear her, although things had slowed. Maybe she fell over. I'd get the blame for that no matter what she tripped on.
I knew the pain was coming, it always did, but when was the part I didn't know. Surely it wouldn't take her long to scavenge her way to me, but maybe I had a few minutes left.

Again, I pushed my self further into the dark shadows of the room. Against the walls, they whispered to me.

Ghosts of distant memories.

If only dad was here, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He would have calmed her down by now. Yes, there would still be blood, there always was, mine or dad's, but there wouldn't be this much.

The cold plaster rubbed my back, illuminating the cuts and gashes on the skin.

My skin.

My blood.

My pain.

Please. Please don't kill me.
Don't kill me. Not like dad.
Don't kill dad. You really shouldn't have killed dad.
No one believes it. But I know it was you.

I know.

I hate you.

You killed my daddy.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

But I knew if I said what I wanted to, to her, no matter how much she had to drink, she'd hear me, and then I'd hate myself for buying a world of new pain.

All I wanted to buy were things like Natalie and Tomas and Chase and Andy had at school. Toys. Barbies. Trucks. Things to draw with. Things to play with. Things to dress and comb their hair, things to maybe not feel so alone.
But I had none.
None of what the others had.
They had lots of things to love, I had lots of pain in my body and lots of things to hate.

Daddy.
Come back.
Please.
Help.
Don't leave me alone.
Not here.
Not with her.
Take me with you.
We can live in heaven together. Because I love you daddy.
Not her.
Not the monster.

The foot steps got louder and louder, as they hovered at the door. From under the crack that poured in little light, I could see the shadows of her feet. I hid my head between my knees, hoping to hold tight and disappear.

Please daddy.

Come back.

Please please please.

As warm tears fell silently from the corners of my eyes, I heard the tiny door knob twist and unlock, under the will and hand of a murderer.

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