The Girl
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 28, 2016
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When something sad happens what's your reaction? Do you feel pain and sorrow? When you feel greatly you will find it from your self to start weeping. This is the story for a young girl and a young boy who met from pain. All am to you is a ghost. You used to say I was your baby girl, you're so good. Now I sit here in silence trying to be good enough for you when you get home, good enough to have clothes. Why don't you get help? You find it in yourself to call me things I never knew you could call a person. Here we are 6th grade, December 3rd. I met him. Who might you ask, the person who generates new happiness shows me how to bury my feelings with my mom. He has hope for me and he said that when we get to eighth grade we can run away. The thing that he held back is that his mom and dad fight at a constant and some of his bruises weren't from his "friends" ruff play, but his dad. When we met there was a complete feeling of need and devotion, soon we also found we were so similar.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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