The Kill

The Kill

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The sky is still crying, ever since that day. I wonder are they tears of sadness or happiness? Is it sad because of what happened? or is it happy because it’s finally over? Nobody dares say those words. The words that only parents use to keep their children in a straight line. To make sure they know the consequences of doing the things that happened that day. The universe stops, even when you say the words hush-hush. Waiting for you to take them back. The words that are the definition of destruction itself. The words that are extinguished in the air as soon as they come out. The two words, with eleven characters and four syllables. The words you should never say, but I’ll give you a clue, it’s her name. ----------------- She knows more than she tells. She listens more than she speaks. She's been through traumatizing experiences. And her troubles are just now beginning.
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"can you tell me what you saw last night, sweetheart?" the man sat uncomfortably on the chair holding a clipboard. his eyes were as black as night, digging into every hidey hole her body is able to carry. too weak to even open her mouth she just sat and watched him stare at her waiting for her to speak but he knew that this was normal... when a father turns on his own family in the middle of the night, she wouldn't open her mouth even if she was threatened... again. the walls of the broken little girl had been sealed shut and what lays behind it are her dark unspoken thoughts of truth. "this will be over quicker if you would speak and explain to me what you feel. I know it might be hard right now... and I'm not promising that you will heal completely, but I will promise you that I will help you through all the recovery you are capable of. you just have to let me in now, your father... we are trying to find him, we need you to help so he can't hurt anyone else."

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