"Phew" I whispered hoarsley as I entered my house like a burgler on the go. No one was luckily there, only to find that one of the bedrooms light was on and could hear groaning voices from inside. I stood my ground as I had a mental breakdown on the spot. I wanted to run away but my legs didn't move. Where would I go anyways? I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't want to anyway. I had never seen something like that even in my worst nightmares. Me alone with my dad was a horrible idea. But that was only because my brain always woke me up before such a horrific image covered my mind. And now I was seeing something my eyes won't ever be able to erase.
The adrenalin flew over my veins like a carp through the river, but I couldn't move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralyzed me, and the more I thought about run away, or simply moving a bit, the more I felt discouraged and utterly terrified.
I didn't remember being that scared in his life. And that was just the beginning. That idea only made it worse. If that was even possible.
A women in her mid twenties walked out of the room, putting on her jeans on and a leather jacket and I almost choked when I saw my dad coming out of the room selling silly remarks to her.
I crouched in the shadow. In an hour it would dissolve into the blackness of the coming night. Until then, every sound about me was analyzed repeatedly until something else demanded my attention. The evening was cool, but my blood was icy and my muscles tense. I had lost any sense of how long I'd been there, each second was an eternity praying that by dad would not pass by. My legs began to cramp from crouching too long but I dared not move even to ease the pain. I hadn't volunteered for this, I wasn't one of those brave people who relished danger and craved leadership. I was a mouse, a little black haired mouse that happened to be the best runner and climber in the state. Now my heart hammered and my brain was short-circuiting with anxious thoughts. Who was this woman and what did she want?
She skimmed outside and followed behind was my steap stake dad who kept smirking at her and 'Bang' the door shut seeping in no light at all. I was alone for my safety. The Summer brought forth a late evening, signifying the beginning of long periods of harsh loneliness and numb frostbite. I sat in the corner of the dingy room, my back pressed against the cold tiles and hands shivering along the lined edges of the cracked bricks and fragments of hope. The state of raw abandonment will swallow my sanity whole; dawn by dusk I feel my reason slipping through your frozen fingers. I lay my head gently on the hard surface on the floor, puffs of warm breath threading out of my lips. I'd do anything to feel the radiating heat of another by this point. Eyelids fluttering shut, I allow myself a quick smile. A nice thought crosses my mind. Maybe I'll be joining others soon, maybe if I just wait a little longer. Maybe.
The world is as silent as if it ended in the night. The sun was still resolutely below the horizon and the street is as dark as some old-school black and white movie. As I closed my eyes I felt the heady pull of my dreams, beckoning me back to play. Like a little kid at the swings who's been told it's home-time, I turned begrudgingly to the light switch and flick it, immediately the room was bathed in that unnatural electric glow. I should do something about that, get some fancy soft glow bulb, or perhaps just a bedside lamp. But the cool blue strip light was free with the room, along with the rising damp and the cockroaches . I head towards my bed and fall on it collapsing and falling into my dreams...
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I know it's early when there is no light struggling to get past the grime on my blinds. I could hear the drum of rain on window pane and I brought my hand down in a semi-drunken stupor onto my alarm clock. Not that I've been drinking, chance would be a fine thing, but at this time of day my neurones don't fire too well; so it has pretty much has the same effect as half a bottle of whiskey. I couldn't stand breakfast either. I was going to regret that by the time the sun is up, but making a sandwich is just beyond the scope of my abilities. I grabbed the gear next to my bed and dress. The other me, the one that exists after 9am thought to put it all right here on my chair so that crack-of-dawn me can cope. I get dressed as quick as possible and make my to school. I banged the door open and to my surprise I saw someone getting out of the car and I instantly knew who it was...it was Dane.
"Hey Summers, thought of picking you up, guess I was just on time," he informed.
I blushed as I fidgeted on my bag strap. "Aww sweet, thanks, but you didn't have to go through all that pain, Dane, ha it rhymes!" I chuckled and he smirked at my silliness.
"Do you want a plumber Summers? Look I tried!" he replied, leaving me in a fit of laughter as he led the way inside his car.
"You are Punny!, ha get that!" I replied, making him roll his eyes in disgust
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Teen FictionTrapped in the hustle and bustle of life, is Cara. Cara Summers was bestowed with a great misfortune, a misfortune of having parents. Very possessive parents, not the type who wouldn't let their kids go out after 10. No! They were parents who used t...
