Finally Noticed Trilogy: Finally Noticed (being revised)

Accalia

Pain.

That's all I felt. Throughout my body. The pain engulfed me like water from the ocean. No matter how much I twisted and turned, it never went away.

I felt the sticks from the ground dig into my skin, ripping at my clothing even more, and igniting the pain even more. Dirt flew into my mouth and the more I tried to spit it out, the more it came back in.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream as my vocal chords stopped working altogether and closed up as if I'm losing my voice completely.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the pain will stop if I somehow faint or become unconscious. I felt as though my body was expanding, almost as if my organs and bones were becoming too big for my body.

Thinking this is the end of me, I start thinking about my family. How before Chloe was born, I was their little angel. My mom often called me "little wolf" and would always give me wolf stuffed animals or pictures to hang in my room.

That all ended when Chloe was born a year later.

I was beyond enthusiastic when my mom first brought her home. I wanted to hold her, show her my favorite white wolf with beautiful silver eyes, read her my storybooks about princesses, play with her, just be able to spend time with her.

I quickly learned that would never happen.

Whenever I asked my mom if I could hold her, she would simply tell me 'no' and turn her back on me or walk away, cooing at Chloe while she does it. I would ask my dad if I could go with him and her wherever they're going, he would just say 'no' and close the door, leaving me and my mom who only watches tv or clean around the house. When I tried showing her my white wolf, my mom ripped it out of my hands and dragged me by the collar of my shirt out of her room. Once out, she screamed at me, claiming I was trying to scare her with it and accusing me of not liking her.

What truly made me stop trying was when Chloe ripped apart my white wolf.

I had snuck into the nursery room, my parents asleep in their room. Chloe was playing with some toys that my parents had just bought her. They buy her a lot of toys. They buy her so many toys that she always has a brand new one to play with the next day.

She asked me what it was and I told her it was a wolf. I told her I named the wolf Orchid and that Orchid is my favorite stuffed animal. She held out her hands, reaching for Orchid. I gently handed her Orchid, expecting her to hug her or examine her. But instead, she grabbed Orchid by the neck, and with all the strength that a toddler has, ripped her head off!

Orchid was a beaten-up stuffed animal already, as I constantly brought her everywhere with me and my mom often had to stitch her back up due to the amount of dragging or me accidentally digging my hands into the seams. Stuffing flooded out of the body and head like a waterfall and I let out a cry of alarm.

Chloe started crying because of my scream and I quickly grabbed Orchid, trying to figure out how to put her head back on. My parents came running into the room, they saw me and Chloe with tears in our eyes, mine from my ripped stuffed animal and Chloe's from confusion and my scream.

I held out Orchid's body and head, crying about how Chloe ripped her head off while Chloe just cried.

My mom rushed over to Chloe to calm her down while my dad swiped me up and took me to my room. Expecting him to examine Orchid, I held her up to him. He grabbed her body and head and threw them in my trash bin! He screamed at me about how I did it and was trying to blame Chloe, telling me I need to start behaving myself or he'll send me to an orphanage and leave me there.

I quickly quieted down to a small sniffle and he told me I am not allowed to leave my room or play with anything or anyone for a month. He stomped out of my room, slamming the door behind him. Leaving me in my room, sniffling.