PG: Parental Guide

Prologue

Woke up one night when the sun was to rise, I woke because of a nightmare that I had. I was chased by these dogs made of fabric. They had a perfect face with its features greatly defined it's hollow body just flapped with the wind. There were 7 dogs after my dear life and all I could do was follow the path straight ahead of me. Terrified in my dream I was wishing to change it all, wishing that my blinking will help change the situation I was in. Last I remember was taking one step too far and suddenly falling into an abyss of complete and utter emptiness.

It's hard trying to make something of the little that's left of my life, but I leave it to God to roll the dice to land on chance and get me a 'get out of jail free' card. Nothing worthwhile comes easy, so I guess I may have to pay its price to bail myself out.

'myself' what a word. I wish I wasn't always thinking about that. Sometimes I wish I was like my elder sister. We are only a year apart but she's miles ahead of me with the grace and understanding she has been blessed with. I'm all blows and fire while she's the epitome of patience. She's someone I'm truly happy for. My protective instinct is higher towards her, she deserves to relax. I look over to my sister who stirs in her sleep. I wish I was patient.

*bang* the sound of a door closing with force startles my stirring sister and me. I get up And peek through the  slightly ajar door. I hadn't the courage to go out and inspect only prayed it wasn't a thief here to steal. Lord knows what would happen to us if things went missing in the house whether we remain conscious or not. Things have to be our fault.

Through the little opening I found my mother, red in the face, seething with anger, storm right towards our door. I panicked, hoped she didn't catch me peeking through. I wouldn't want to get her upset. My body trembled and I whispered to my sister 'mom is coming' though that was unnecessary for trembling was a cue in itself. She lay her head back down on her pillow and let the blanket engulf her. I ran to the bed and covered myself within the blanket as well. Oh how I wish there was such a thing as an invisibility cloak from Harry Potter. Miss. Rowling if only you knew how desperately we need your imagined world.

My mother pushed the door open and turned on the lights breathing heavily. I was clutching on to my blanket grasping onto my delicate life hoping she wasn't in our room because of us while she's furious like that. She walked in and yanked the blanket off of us. Threw it on the ground, mumbling curses under her breath. She grabbed my arm and threw me off the bed behind her and continued her way towards my sister. My arm had been bruised "what is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed. She snapped her head towards my direction and I swear I saw the grim reaper in her. I shrunk and looked away. She continued to stare for a second worth a lifetime of pain and agony; she continued towards my elder sister. grabbing her by the arm she threw her off the bed as well. I couldn't dare myself to see her do that and only relied on what I saw from the corner of my eye. My sister felt the same amount of pain but I didn't hear her flinch or protest she kept her gaze towards the floor.

My mom looked at us with tears welling, "he is not to be trusted, do you know what he did?" Her hair was flying though there was no wind in the room, I believe in her erratic state electricity found a hub in her, she was surging. "He looks at other women, he comments on them so disgusting and on top of that he can't give money to his kids?! No! God forbid he ever buy them clothes, instead he will spend every penny, EVERY PENNY, I kid you not, on his friend's'. I'm sorry you kids have him as a father." My sister and I just stared at her as she ranted, and saw tears roll down her cheek as if someone, somewhere left the tap running. "My parents ruined my life getting me married to him, I told them no I didn't want to get married I wanted to study, but they forced me and left me in this hell hole. What did I do to deserve this?! Look at what he did to me, look." She lifted her shirt from the back and though it was dark it wasn't hard to miss large black bruises on her porcelain skin. "He hit me with his belt. What did I do to deserve this god?! Why are you punishing me." It was all very unsightly, the bruises, the erratic state, the crying the corners of her lips would be spotted white and the scent of tears was taking over the room. She was sweating, she was crying, she was rather ugly, she was broken. My sister got up and went to her, as my mother sobbed uncontrollably. My sister took my sobbing mother in her embrace and as soon as she made contact with her body my mother collapsed in her tiny arms. It was a vision I have yet to erase from my memory, the child and adult were blurred as a saw a weakened woman be caressed by a child so strong that the source of it remains a mystery. It was moments like these when I would think to protect that child for as long as she needed it. Instinctually, I walk towards the two and lay my hands upon them both in a supporting fashion, one on the poor, battered wife and the other on the motherly babe. Never shall they have to carry the burden on their own.