Note: Hello all! This short story was written by me when I was 14, had no experience at all with writing, and now at 18, I look at this story and I laugh at how bad the writing is :c I am now currently editing page by page to make it the way it should be. Enjoy. <3
"You worthless child!"
Those words I hated. I heard those words every single day by momma. It's kind of growing on me, I kind of accept it. I'm Katherine, call me Kat. I'm eleven, I think. We don't celebrate my birthdays, but in 1st grade when they did the daily announcement the principal shouted "Let's congratulate Katherine Matis who is celebrating her 7th birthday today!" From then on, I just tried to remember that date.
I sat by my window watching our neighbors kids play with Mr. and Mrs. Endors, they were nice, seemed nice. I saw Mr. Endors when he was mowing his lawn on my way to school, he looked at me, a look of disgust - no, a look of worry. A look a concerned parent would have, and I instantly knew that look he had of "why is she walking to school by herself?" I did not notice I was staring so long at him, I almost tripped over a rock. "Careful Katherine." He knew my name.
I frown at the ground, snapping back to reality. It was so quiet on the weekends when momma and papa were out. Where to? Not sure, but I am not allowed to ask. Last time I asked they slapped me. Had a big ol' red mark on my face. It burned. Momma constantly repeated to me, "Wish I could have given you away" every day she said that to me, with her eyes rolling every time. She said it everyday like if she said it enough times, maybe, just maybe I could actually disappear. "You don't love me momma?" I quickly regretted asking that, but I had to ask. It's true though, why did she not just give me away?
She sighed and furrowed her eyebrows, she wasn't talking to me though, she seemed to talk to something above her, "I thought I could handle a kid like you, but I got a pest instead"
On the other hand, momma got her dream child 5 years ago - Tommy. My parents love him. I love him, but my parents never let me be close to my brother, thinking I would hurt hum, but how could I? What did he have that I didn't?
School is fun, I guess. I get to escape my parents for 6 hours a day. That's all that was fun about it, I had no friends, no one wanted to be with me. Rumors go around school that I smell, I have a nickname 'Kat the rat.' I wouldn't doubt I smell though, considering momma only lets me shower once a week. Or maybe it's the fact that I wear the same khaki skirt everyday? Oh how I love this skirt with its tiny rips and faded color.
I have one friend though, that I truly love, that I trust, The Flower, my Flower.
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The Flower Girl
Short StoryA child abuse story. Katherine Brooks. Eleven years old. Her parents don't like her, she gets abused a lot by them. But she doesn't know how to stop it. She wants to be happy. But how?
