A Love Unlike Any Other

Beautiful Tears, Ugly Scars

"My father left us before I was born. After he found out my mom was pregnant with me to be exact... Anyways, I was born on Christmas day at 7 am... I was my mother's best Christmas present, her words not mine. She named me Annah because it was her mothers name who had passed away from cancer when she was pregnant with, who was supposed to be my mom's brother. Anyways, my mom had raised me and my older brother, Michel,  for 5 years by herself before she met someone, a man named Roben Charles.

"Roben was a nice man. He bought me, my mother, and my brother all kinds of little gifts and other cool things like that. He spoiled me so much... he bought me a phone when I was 8 so that I could be left hone alone and call if anything happened. Well, something did happen. When I was 9, me and mommy were making a Christmas card for Roben like we had every year while he was at work. My brother was at a friends across town, so he couldn't help me when all hell broke loose.

"When mommy went to go get the tape from the drawer in the kitchen, she screamed. I thought she saw a bug, so I grabbed a shoe and ran to her. She was on the floor, holding her chest tightly, yelling at me to call an ambulance. I was so afraid, being the dumb ass kid I was, and just stood there. She yelled at me more before all she managed out were choked and forced cries. After a few seconds of my shocked look, I sprinted to the room, grabbing my phone and, not knowing what the ambulance was at the time, called Roben.

"He answered the phone, he sounded so bright and cheerful, and I ruined it. 'DADDY!! MOMMY IS YELLING AND SCREAMING AND I'M SCARED!!' I shouted into the phone, tears streaming down my face as I watched my mother. She stopped yelling, she stopped moving. Roben stayed calm. He told me to take mommy to the front door, open it and if white truck with loud noises came to the house to let them help mommy, then he hung up. I spent the next 10 minutes dragging my mother to the door, she wasn't moving at all.

" 'M...mommy... mommy please wake up, I'm scared...' I whispered to her, rubbing her face. I didn't know what to do. I started singing her favorite song to her, singing as quietly as I could, forcing myself not to cry. 10 minutes of my singing later felt like an eternity, but the ambulance finally arrived. Roben called them to make it easier. The people came to me, escorting me away from my mother as others worked on her.

" They asked all kinds of questions. What happened? When did it happen? Was I hurt? Was anyone else in the house? I answered all truthfully, shaking as I still held back my tears. 'You can cry, it's ok to cry." One of he paramedics told me, hugging me to try and comfort me. I didn't answer, I just stayed quiet. I wanted my mommy. They put her in the ambulance, me as well with her. She was on a bed, IV's in her arm, tubes in her nose. She was so pale, she was breathing so low now, almost as if she wasn't.

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"Roben came to the hospital soon after me and mommy got there. He told me that mommy had a heart attack. I didn't know what to say, I just hugged him, not wanting to let go. It had been hour that mommy was in the back, they only let us back 10 minutes before her last moments. She was awake, barley. She saw me and Roben walk in, a smile crossed her face, she looked so happy to see us. Her and Roben kissed like they usually did, he was crying. While they were embracing, Michel walked in, he looked so scared, I'd never seen such a terrified 17 year old boy in all my life. He was sweating, and when he saw mommy, he broke. He clutched the door as he tried to keep himself from falling as he sobbed uncontrollably.

"A few minutes later, Michel ran and hugged mommy, he was apologizing so much and telling her he would make it up when she go better. She held him, trying to shush him and calm him down, succeeding eventually. He backed away and looked at me, motioning for me to go to her. I reluctantly did so, walking over and staring down at my feet. 'I'm so sorry mommy... I'm sorry I couldn't help you...' I whispered. 'I love you...'. I felt her soft hand cup my cheek, she had tilted my head up to look at her. 'Be strong my beautiful little girl... You did everything you could. You didn't cry, you sang to me... that was enough to get me through." She opened her mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. Her hand fell limp, the monitor she was hooked up to let out a loud, ling beep. I stared, Roben shouted for a nurse and Michel cried out. We were sent out as many nurses rushed in. We were in the waiting room. I stayed silent the whole time, whispering 'We are one in the same, you take all of the pain away. Save me if I become my demons...'. Mommies song. It was all I could say.

"Mommy died... they didn't know what cause the heart attack. It just happened.

"Me and my brother lived with Roben from then on, he treated us well and raised me after Michel moved out when he turned 18. When I was 15 though, Roben had died from old age. Yes, him and mommy were both old. After that I went to live with Michel. He became a drug addicted alcoholic after mommy had died. It was bad, and when I started living with him, it got worse. He would make me get jobs to buy his illegal substances, he would make me do them by threatening to throw me out if I didn't.

"Even when I turned 18, I couldn't move out, I hadn't saved enough money to move out yet.

"On my 20th birthday, Michel told me he had a surprise for me. I was rather excited, thinking maybe he had used his drug money, or my work money for something good. He took me to the room and told me to shut my eyes, I happily listened, I was giggling because of how happy I was, but stopped soon after. I felt hands, Michel's hands, grab my hips and feel up my torso. I was scared again, the same way I was when mommy had died. I asked what he was doing, he told me to shut up, then forced me onto the bed. I shouted and kicked at him when he began to strip me, but he was a muscular 6'3" full grown man, and I was only 5 foot at the time, I was thin and lanky, weak...

"For the rest of that night, I spent my birthday getting violated by my brother, and at least 3 times a week after that point. I couldn't do anything, he threatened me. I was so afraid of him. I still am, which is why I went to look for my phone earlier... but he started to abuse me to. He threw me, slammed my head into the stove, shoved my head into the sing when it was full of water and held me there. Bent me over the toilet and slammed the lid down onto my head. When I fell asleep, he would tie me down and used different knives to cut me. He would carve his name, shapes, words, symbols, everything. My stomach and thighs were his canvas.

"I got a fake I.D and began to go to the bar to escape him. I would stay out all day and pass out behind it for a few hours then go home so I don't have to sleep at hone. I never did drug after that because I wasn't there for him to force me to, I just got drunk often. Then you guys helped me... Now I'm here."

2D stared at me. His black eyes wider than anything. He was crying and didn't even know it. "You were put so through much at such young ages... How can you stand it!" He cried out, hugging me. I never told anyone my life story, and I wasn't expecting this reaction, I didn't know what to do but I did hug back "It's ok 2D, I'm ok now... see?" I smiled and nudged him back a bit.

"If you don' mind me askin', can I see the... the scars he left...?" 2D asked with a shaky breath. I cocked an eyebrow, I didn't see what was wrong with showing him, I was just curious as to why he would want to see. Though I didn't give a straight answer, I did unbutton the leather jacket I wore, and let it fall to the ground while I stood and pulled my shorts down and letting them fall to show all of my scars. He stared at me, eyes locked on the hundreds of scars that made my stomach, chest and thighs look like a raked field. I kept my gaze down to avoid eye contact, which cause me to not realized that I had an audience. 2D, along with the large black guy from earlier and the Asian girl from the before, and Murdoc were standing in various sections of the kitchen, staring at me with the same look. 2D, Russ [Black guy] and the Asian [Noodle I later found out] Had tears in there eyes, crying just a bit, 2D more that the rest, while Murdoc had an evil look in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to kill someone. "Those scars are disgusting..." He stated. That's what startled me to look up and see them all. I pulled my shorts back up and put the jacket back on. "I know... that son of a bitch brother turned me into this...".

"I know, we heard." Murdoc said. "This house is rather empty, we could hear you from every room Red.".

I stared at him, my eyes watered. They all heard me...