I walked Over to a machete and picked it up, it felt nice in my hand so I grabbed the sheath for it and put it across my back almost like a sword. I went over to the masks and clothing and a hoody that was a nice shade of ____ ~just put your favorite color~ I picked it up and put it into the almost dark room that I shared with Jeff before walking of the darkening room and though the hall .Jeff caught up and we went to a large room that was filled with bean bag chairs and cushions on the floor instead of furniture. There were 7 figures on the floor three were familiar and the rest I couldn't remember their names. Jeff led me over to Ben ,Toby, and a little girl that I had spoken to earlier, I think her name was Sally. Jeff plopped down onto the bean bag next to Ben and I sat next to Sally. They all told me their stories and then they turned looking at me expectantly.
I sighed and started out with my story. I was young when I had lost my mother, my father blamed me and was an abusive bastard. He hit and hit and hit until I had had enough. One night after he had smashed a bottle of alcohol onto my face and I had to go to the hospital for a minor concussion and for two stitches over my cheek bone, I snuck into his room late at night. He heard the door squeak and knew I had walked in...but I couldn't tell, he was perfectly still as his usual drunken slumber was. I stood over his lumpy figure and slowly grabbed the pillow beside him I put it over his face and right as I was going to push down the smother him in his sleep he grabbed my wrist and pushed me away. I stumbled backwards as he sat up and got out of bed. His eyes were filled with such hatred...such anger. He walked over slowly and pushed me again. This time with such force that I fell, hard. I landed with a squeak and tried to curl up quickly enough before his foot met my ribs but I was once again too late. He kicked me over and over laughing when he heard the snapping of my bones and the cries when they happened.
I had been beaten and broken down. I already had cuts all over my body from the glass he threw at me, I already had bruises and bumps and scabs and gashes. I would not let him kill me. He kicked me in the stomach knocking the breath out of my body leaving me gasping. He walked away and to his closet pulling out his bat and walked over dragging it slightly on the wooden floor. I tried to back away but as a moved my arms a pain shot up from my chest. He made it to me and raised the weapon grinning "You killed her!" He screamed before swinging it at my head. I flinched anticipating the impact but never got it.
I look up and the bat was being held in place by dark,shadows... My father was held in place like that too,his eyes wide. I watched the bat be thrown to the side as the shadows that surrounded my father tightened. I heard a scream and a revolting sound before his limp and lifeless body fell to the floor. The shadows swirled around me until I calmed myself . I saw his neck was broken and that was what killed him. I didn't want to be charged with murder... I threw him down the stairs and put the bat away and took a few pain pills before calling 911 and putting on an act of being a worried child. I was 16 and the authorities decided as long as my neighbors made sure I was okay I could live on my own and I did.
After telling the others about how I discovered the shadows they just sat there before smiling and welcoming me officially slapping me on the back and introducing me to the others. We all spoke and laughed and smiled in the company of each other.
After a while I got tired and decided it was time to sleep. I waved goodnight and went to my shared room flopping onto the cot and letting sleep take me into its dark warmth.
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Bleh sorry if it's bad if it still bothers you you should have figured out I suck already so deal with it or don't read. Thanks for reading though! -Zada
