I sigh as the cold crispy wind attacks my face on this fall day. I smile as I hear the crunch of the leaves with every step I take. The world was quiet. Too quiet for my taste,so the sound of the leaves helped
My name is Cynthia Kay Rose. My days are spent in a small town in Ohio. Nothing really happens here. We have a tiny mall, a couple of family restaurants, a movie theater, and a roller skating rink.
Sadly I do not go to any of those places, nor will I ever. I'm a shy girl, I keep to myself.
I've never been one to socialize. I have no friends,I'm the goody two shoes that everyone stays away from. I spend most days studying and reading. Trying to escape from this hell hole.
Being the youngest and only daughter can be a pain.. especially when your father is a drunken ass hole.
I snap back to reality
Cars rolling by beep at each other because of traffic,I'm assuming . Wait,traffic? There is never any traffic.
CRASH.
My head snaps to the side road. Screams fill the air, blood splattered up the side walk. I fall to the ground as I see what the horror is about..
"Mom!" I get up running as fast as I can. Not this, not now.
"Mom! Wake up Mom! Don't do this to me!"
I feel like a part of me dies as I stare at the lifeless body. My only friend. She can't leave me like this.
I struggle to push the door open,it's been smashed by another car. I don't even have to look inside to know the driver isn't alive. With that much blood,there is no way they survived..
My tears start to flood my face as I scream in pain. The glass had cut my arm as I pushed the door away.
"Mom.." I shudder as my hand caresses her cold bloody cheek.. She looks so peaceful. Like she has no idea what just happened, no idea she could be dying, and no idea her youngest daughter is crying over her.. as she spends her last few moments with her.
"Please wake up," I beg as I kiss her hand. I scream with all I can,"please! Someone help!" No one comes, it's like the entire town is dead. Why is no one helping.
I keep screaming hoping someone would come to the rescue,but.. no one.. comes. I force myself to look at my mother, to see her dying body.. This is it. This is how it ends. I look in the passengers seat. If I wouldn't have yelled at her.. I'd be sitting right beside her,she would have had me with her... I just hold her hand tightly in mine.
"It's not your fault though.. I'm sorry, for being such a terrible child. "
Please forgive me.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF CRAP?!"
The bottle smashes against the wall causing me to wake. I thrash my arms around trying to realize I had another nightmare.
I'm caught off guard as I feel another bottle crack me on the top of the head,causing me to hit the ground with a thud.
Daddy must have been drinking again.. please dad, not again..
"I-Im sorry, I didn't mean to.." I managed to say. My hand finds it's way to my head. I start to feel nauseous as I feel a wet warm sticky feeling touch my skin.
I look up into the mans devil eyes, the man I call father. I flinch as he spits down at me,smirking his evil,sick,twisted smirk.
And no, I have no reason to be apologizing. He goes easy on me when I beg for forgiveness..
"You always have been so weak, just like your mother. She raised a pathetic daughter. Still can't belive she had to just leave me here,stuck with you. God," he kicks me in the stomach making me choke on his sickening words.
"You disgusting bitch.."
I wince in pain as he goes to kick me again, but a knock at the door causes him to stop.
"Stay right here,if you know what's good for you.."
Still not being able to breathe,I start to cough up some blood onto the floor. My eyes go wide as I see the red hit the cold wood. He's going to kill me.
"Hello police officer."
WHAT.
My eyes light up as I hear those magical words.
I can cry for help. They will come save me and take me away from this monster. I can finally.. get away. All these years of being beaten and torn to shreds like I'm a little chew toy will finally be over. All my prayers will be answered.
Forever I've been planning my escape from this abuse. My father has beaten me since I was 10 years old. I'm now 16. 6 years.. of this hell. And I can finally break free.
I listen closely,
"Umm,hello Mr.."
The police officer hesitates as he doesn't knew my fathers last name.
"Rose,Mr. Rose."
"Yes! Mr. Rose. Well,we received a complaint that there were a lot of noises coming from this house."
Now is my chance. Even though the pain hurts,I smile as I yell help.
Well.. why I wanted to be a scream for help.
No words come out. Only a scratchy whisper. He kicked me so hard in the stomach, I can't even scream..
I cry hard hoping the police officer will notice he's drunk. Notice the evil man he is. Come find me, please. Oh God,I'm begging. Please.
"Sorry,I'll keep it down."
"Alright Mr. Rose. Have a nice night. "
"You too."
I hear the door close. I was my first shot at getting away. After 6 years of torture I finally could have escaped. But I just laid here. In pain.
"Where was I?"
Before I can even look up I feel the cold glass come in contact with my face,causing darkness to take over.
Good bye world.
