"Ahhhhhh" The painful shrieks of a little girl could be heard as the smell of blood lingered strongly in the air, her shaky little hands covered half her face, the hand soaked in blood as she gazed intently at her father with her right hand. He had just cut through the left side of her face with a small kitchen knife . Her father stood not very far off holding a sharp kitchen knife dripping with the blood of his own daughter in his right hand, his chest heaving rhymtically and his breathing heavy and loud.
A scary silence invades the house as everyone wears a shocked expression. The clashing of the dangerous weapon with the floor made everyone shudder in fear and like a sprinting sparrow the girl dashed up the stairs running with every might in her towards her safe place, towards her own world, her room. Everyone running behind her except her drunk violent father who watches her disappear and laughs like a maniac. Getting there on time just before everyone else, she locks the door behind her and walked ever so slowly towards her mirror, taking her hand away so slowly and gently, she stared frightfully at her own reflection, in the place of her beauty sat a mark, a mark imprinted by her monstrous father, a mark that would change her life forever. A mark that left nothing but a SCAR.
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A girl sits so quietly on her bed, a book in her hand, the book covering up her face when a loud knock comes on the door, she pauses her reading as her gaze shifts towards the door, ignoring the knock which was her usual character,the knocker being very relentless knocks on more and harder. Irritated by the noise the knock was causing, Leah stood up angrily matching towards the door while taking long strides. Finally she was facing the door.
" GET LOST" in a low, cold, authorative voice with irritation quite visible, Leah sort to let the person know that they were not welcomed.
" Leah, it's daddy" Mr Raymond Harrison voiced through the door. Leah chuckled as if she had heard a funny joke, it was a joke actually ' daddy???' Leah mimicked underth her breath mockery and disdain lingering in her voice.
"GET LOST" Still in her icey tone
"Fine, if you don't want to open the door at least head down to my study, I have something I want to discuss with you, concerning your school and your mom" He concluded, placing emphasis on 'mom' to get her to agree. Leah initially wanted to refute but the second she heard he had something to say about her mom, she changed her mind, what was it that he wanted to say. Her gaze shifted towards a picture that was sitting on the lamp stand beside her bed, and just like bees were attracted to honey she found herself slowly walking towards it. It was a picture of her mom in a red dress as she held gently onto a flower with a broad beautiful smile on her face. She stretched her hand caressing the picture tenderly and fondly as if afraid that she would break it if she was rough. Clearing his throat loudly and calling her name to remind her he was still waiting for a response. " Give me a minute" her voice still awfully cold and distant. " Yes" Mr Raymond shouted out excitedly through the door causing Leah to knit her brows deeply. But finding his outburst of excitement childish, he composed himself. " I'll be waiting"
Still caressing the picture, as memories gushed in causing her to retract her hand from it, she smiled sadly under her mask, she muttered " I'll be back mom" with that said she got up, heading towards that monsters study.
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SCARS
Teen FictionLeah had always lived a peaceful and quiet life with her parents, not until an incidence between the parents causes the death of her mom. Raymond her father is sunk into depression as he struggles to survive the death of his beloved wife. Depression...