The Broken, Abused, Shattered and Deceived

Nightmare

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"And I quit. I give up.Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye." 

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Her back exploded into more pain, as he pushed her up against the wall. She turned her head, not wanting to look at him. It hurt too much. The plan wasn't successful as he gripped her chin roughly in his large hand.  

"Look at me when I talk to you, you little slut!" He yelled in her face. "You don't get to talk to me like that. Ever." 

More tears pooled out of her eyes, running down her cheeks. 'Can't he just stop this! I've had enough!'  

"Please don't. I'll be good. Promise." The girl's voice trembled along with her shaking form trying to push this . . .thing away. 

"You've been a bad girl, sweetheart. Now. . . what are we going to do about that?" 

A loud shriek was cut off from the large hands that encircled her throat. Her hands flailed around them, hitting him wherever she could, grasping at the hands on her throat. 

"See you in hell, sweetheart." 

A petite girl with bright blue eyes, snapped them open as she jumped up in the bed looking around for any signs of the attacker. 

"Celeste! Get up, your going to be late!" A women yelled from somewhere in the house. 

Sighing, she let herself fallback against the sheets. A dream. Just another damn dream. Reaching over to the nightstand the girl picked up the journal to write in it as Ms. Harding, her previous guidance counselor had suggested when she noticed the changes in her. 

Dear Ms. Harding (because I don't want to become any crazier by talking to a book.) 

We just moved here yesterday; here is a small place called Aura, much smaller than Toronto. But its different and a new atmosphere. Its a new. . . everything, and I like it; no, I love it. 

Mom and Askel had grown up here, but then they moved to Toronto. 

I'm hoping Askel will get the courage to ask mom to marry him, I can tell he wants to, I don't know what he's waiting for. Plus, I'd love to have him as a dad. Not that me and my brother don't think of him as one, but it would be cool for him to officially have the dad title. I also, wouldn't be ashamed to call him my father. He's way better than my biological father. But, lets not go there. That's a painful road to go down again. 

Sometimes I think he hasn't asked her because of me and my problems - and no I haven't told them, Carson doesn't even know the whole story. He'll hate me when he finds out. 

Anyways, I had grown up my whole life in Toronto, I had a great life - key word : had - a great family, great friends, a great boyfriend, I was popular and not the kind that everyone hated. But as you know, that all changed in the beginning of August this summer. Now, well now I just want to be alone, I barely even talk to my brother anymore, and yeah we would always fight but we're there for each other, we love each other, do things together and talk. But like I said, hardly ever now. 

Luckily, after everything. . .blew up, I guess you could say, I convinced mom that we had to move. 

So, here we are in Aura. We have neighbours, unfortunately, Mom met one of them yesterday and they invited us for dinner tomorrow. I cant wait! 

. . .Pfft. Yeah right. Like I want to meet two teen boys, a little girl, and a teen girl. Did anyone not hear the part about me wanting to be alone?