this is home and how we are ,all exept me

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Home. Is the only place I dont belong. Father is an alcoholic and Mother nearly killed me . Though it was not her fault but souly my fathers.Shes gotten stronger ever since that day. Its been a while since "world war 5". We are all now controlled by the "government". We only know what they throw at us. They are all scared to find out whats behind these damn walls blocking us . The goverment and their pawns fear us so they trap us , slaughter us, and control us. We are their cattle , with limited resourses. No cars , plain food,plain simple life styles and jobs, art does not exist in any form, and im tired of it . Since i was young all i ever done was explore and discover but i am sunned from that. Ive been beated by others. BUT the walls cant contain everything or everyone. The one crack created and hidden by the plant life . As i walk towards freedom that everyone is afraid of , i see them staring in my direction as i look at the ground. I walk a little more and i still feel them looking this way before i can turn around and ask if they have a problem with me . My "father" is there in front of me . The bastard that caused all the pain in my life ; is drunk and a governmant official and councel memeber . "OI!", he shouts angrily. "WHERE IS THAT BITCH YOU CALL YOUR MOTHER!" I stay quiet as i hear the other towns folk murmur. "OI! I ASKED YOU SOMETHING YOU LITTLE PIECE OF ..." as he breakes the bottle in his hand and raises his arm to strike me with it. I see from behind him a woman in a simple gray and white dress with coal black hair and the same saphire blue eyes as mine running towards us; my mom. Suddenly my father gets even angrier as i look him in the eyes because he knows they are like hers. Then he goes and charges towards me with the broken bottle . My father is like a bull he cant see anything around him when angry so i know how to deal with him. Just like bull fighting you just move to the side at the last minute, and so i close my eyes and count till three . I focus on the vibration in the ground of his foot steps. Then i feel small ,faint steps that sudenly stop when i count to two. I feel the heat in front of me and i cry , my mom . She has always been there to protect me , shes the one who showed me the crack to go beyond the walls. I open my eyes and see blood splattered and driping  on the ground . Its not that my mother is weak and fragile  well she is but, ive seen her judo flip my dad once, out of anger and to protect me. She is standing in front of me in a lounging position with her arms in an X formation in front of her. I stant there paralised only to stare at the bottle pierce through her arm. Them she shouts in pain , " run and stay out of this place to you know where i let some things in there for you, now GO!!" I cant help but run and cry helplesly but as i am i realize shes in too much pain to fight. I quickly turn around only to see her smile at me and yell ,"GO!", with tears in her eyes, as a bottle is jabbed into her chest and then my father takes a glass shard and stabs her eye. But i ran away before i can see him do it. The sun is setting so i close my tear filled eyes and run to freedom. .................................................

I get there  and open my eyes." My hide out" i say in my head, the one mom built for me in a "van".  Its decorated with posters of bands and has CDs and other things that play music. Thats the only reason i know music doesnt "exist" over there in town. A big mattress and what she left behind for me. Huge bags full of food and clothing. She also left gasoline tanks to start the van. I feel weak and guilty . With tears in my eyes , i open up the sun roof and hop out through it. Then i lay down on the roof only to cry and look up at the "stars". They remind me of the sparkle in moms eyes when she smiled or got any emotion. Next thing i think i know is that im falling asleep remembering how she would her fingers through my hair reassuring me she was ok and that i shouldnt worry about her when "father " beat her. 

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 17, 2019 ⏰

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