A Trumpeter's Lullaby

PREFACE

A/n: I simply wanted to say that everything in my book The Crave is 100% real and the names of significant people in my life are real. I work really hard so please do not steal my work.. you are stealing my life and hardships.

PREFACE:

My shirt resembled the disorganized evolution of me. The begining of what should have and the start of what could have been. I allowed my hands to graze over the small of my back; shamelessly and proud of what my life could be. I grazed the open sky before me as I ran- dark and gloomy just as my heart had been. Its radiant blues and blotches of grey redeems me to be indifferent. I glanced at my fractured body; unbearably limp and swollen from the lack of protection I'd received.
I looked in the mirror touching my skin and sliding my hands down the back of my neck. I fiddled with the soft brown, auburn curls that fell loosely down my back; grazing across the soft baby hairs that grew from my nape to beneath my earlobe, "My hair has grown," I thought to myself.

My head was small and my lips full, plump; there was such a difference between me and what I wanted- I felt delusional.
"You were manipulated," the voice in my head continued, "you fell for someone again and now you've been burned; its created a permanent scar."
The hollow sounds of faint whispers surround me; the night enveloping me like a dark cloak- I feel the presence of someone following my every step.

My breath came in short gasps, the cold air suffocating my lungs. I began to stumble; falling on my hands and knees with purpose. I could smell the smell of something undeniably sweet. It seeped down my legs slowly- the apples of my cheeks burning with fire. My feet now torn from running constantly on the tips of rocks, yet still I ran; wincing in pain every so often.

I kept the door locked; still rubbing my stomach as I stared at my reflection- groaning in annoyance, the memory taunting me. There was a tiny bump there; my fingers grazing relentlessly over the rounded belly as if it were magical.

I had to get away from him as quickly as possible, his continuous thrusting burning a hole through my walls. My head throbbed as he did away with my weaker body; groping and licking parts; claiming a stranger as his. I shuttered; the tears falling from my eyes and my vagina exploding with pleasure. I didn't want this, "why didn't he protect me?"
"Stop," I cried, "please!"
His thrusts deepened as he punched me; slamming my head to the ground, "shut up!"
I cried more, the pain erupting through my body; what did I do to deserve this?
"I left the present at home, " I cried, "come with me to get it."
The walk from Elders' home to mine was merely five minutes away and I desperately had wanted to give him the pregnancy test- we were having a baby.
"You'll hurt my baby," I cried, "please, stop."
He released inside of me before pulling up his pants and scurrying off.
I fell to the concrete floor with a loud thud, my knees scraping the surface; dark clouds surround the inner walls of this personal hell as life silently slips away from my ripped and tortured soul. Blood begins to ease from my aching sore; a dry patch starts to form in my throat as my body quivers with anger.

I hear the silence, it taunts me to do the unthinkable... I lie down curling my knees into my chest, thumb in mouth and hair slung over my face; I want to cry. I remembered the sadness clearly; my breaths hitching in my throat as a lump formed there. I shut my eyes closed before I could let a tear escape. Slowly I caressed my breasts; sliding my hands from my neck down to my stomach- holding in the desire to let the tears fall.

"Arianna," Elder called after me, "we need to talk about this."

Tears stream down my face as I hear the familiar sounds of him; the memories are flooding back to me like water.

I had to accept that there was no turning back now, "I'd made this mistake."

But as angry and hurt as I was, I couldn't bring myself to hate the decision that I'd previously made.

"I'll be the best mother," I mumbled to my belly as I opened my eyes; staring at the pregnancy test lying on the counter next to my laxatives, "I promise."

A tear slipped from my eye, its softness soaking into the dryness of my lips as it flowed from my eyes.
"We aren't ready for a child," he began, "I'm not ready."
Silence overtakes me and the tears begin to fall. They slip from my eyes one by one and they stain my already stained reflection; the memories and pain too much to handle.
"My sergeant called," he starts, "I leave in 10 months."
I swing the door open, standing before my old friend naked; saddened and impregnated with his child, "Elder," I whisper, "I won't kill our child."
When life gives you cinnamon and roses; you better damn well take what you can.

<A/n> Remember to vote for A Trumpeter's Lullaby The goal this year is to gain a good follow base for this novel. XD!

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