Okay so this is a short story I wrote for my English class last year and I was wondering what people (other than my English teacher) might think of it. So if you're reading this ..... Thanks :D
The Family Secret
I sat there sitting in fear of what was going to happen next. I started screaming and shouting 'Help! Help me! Please? I couldn't control myself. I was unstoppable. Nobody came to my rescue. Idon't get it, why weren't they listening? They were my own flesh and blood, we shared the same DNA. A tear started to trickle slowly down my cheek and i began sobbing...again!
Here I was in this tiny 2ftx2ft cupboard, which my mother had decided to lock me in after our argument. Unfortunately i was trapped, the cupboard only opens from the outside so there are definitely no means of escape. So far it had been two days and i couldn't see myself getting out of here soon. But then i saw the tiniest beam of light and the rusted hinges on the cupboard staring back at me. The high-pitched creaking was almost unbearable. Then I saw her face it was my little sister Aimee.
'Oh thank God' I thought to myself. 'Aimee! Please help me?' I squirmed. She ran over to the sink and poured some water into a glass. 'Here you go' she said sympathetically 'Drink this quick before Mum comes home'. I gulped down that water as fast as I could. 'Thank-You' I whimpered in reply. The front door could be faintly heard opening and Aimee quickly jumped, it was her. 'I have to go, I love You' she mouthed before quickly, but quietly, shutting me into the darkness. 'I love you too' I mouthed back.
I was back in my pitch black world of nothingness inside that dreaded cupboard. I was a bit better after the glass of water, but still I was starving. I hadn't eaten in days. But i was distracted, there was something I just couldn't get out of my mind. When Aimee opened the door of the cupboard, I noticed that there were whitish-grey dirty sheets stuffed under it . Then I clocked on what they were for, I couldn't believe it, she had put them there to muffle out the sound of my cries. She didn't care about me, my sister or either of my two brothers, She wasn't a mother at all, she was evil, a monster and there was one thing i knew as of now, I hated her!
The stench of urine and sweat was present in the cupboard and in this eighty-five degree heat was sickening. It was rotten. I tried to block it out of my mind and eventually I fell asleep, but not for long. I awoke to my brothers dragging me across the dirty, grey floor towards the kitchen table. 'What are you doing?' I sleepily protested. 'Sorry Katie, Mum told us to handcuff you to the table! That's all we know.' said Jack. and then Thomas piped up,'Yeah sorry but we,re only doing this so we won't end up in the same situation as you'. 'It's okay, I guess' was all I could manage to choke out.
My mother walked into the kitchen, stern faced, carrying an enormous silver pot. 'What's That?' I questioned but she just stared at me with those cold, icy blue eyes which send shivers down my spine. She rested the pot on the ground and began force-feeding me this sickly green coloured, gristly, lumpy bowl of mush which looked, smelled and tasted revolting. I felt nauseated, I was going to be sick, I knew it. Then...Oh no! 'What did you do that for, you stupid idiot' she yelled at me. I could feel her breath on my skin and it was disturbing. She kicked me and beat me until she felt she was ready to stop. I felt her leaning over me 'Now you're going to lick it off the floor','What?' I looked up at her, tears filling up my eyes. 'Eat it' she repeated, her voice filled with absolutely no emotion whatsoever. I went for it, I ate my own vomit off the floor. At that point, I can honestly say that I was being treated like an animal and in turn I began to feel like one.
After she was satisfied, I was being dragged back to that hellhole of a cupboard. After a few days, I knew it was the end for me, my time had come. My bruised, distorted body was cramped into a tiny linen cupboard, the stench was vile, i was dying of hunger and dehydration. I saw a flash of white, I was dying. I knew I didn't want to die at just seventeen years of age but at least now my suffering was coming to an end. Right?
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Please don't be too harsh!! This is the first thing I've written that I actually thought was sort of okay.
Feedback would be much appreciated <3
Thanks for reading :)
