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On a Beautiful Summer Night [PG-13] - Throes - 2009-02-24
Please feel free to tear me a new one. (If this looks familiar, well... it probably is.)
~ On a Beautiful Summer Night~
The sky was beautiful that night. The twinkling stars like so many specks of diamond dust filled the black-indigo sky. The moon covered herself in the darkness, with only a sliver of silver crescent visible from below. The town remained silent, the air filled instead with the chirping of crickets and the croaking of tiny green frogs. The neighbor's cat crept through the sleeping flowers in the backyard, unaware of the girl who watched him from her window.
She sniffled and hastily wiped tears from her face. The girl sat upon her bed, peeking through the sky blue blinds of her window at the cat who stalked through her backyard. She hiccuped and turned away from the window, away from the perfect beauty of the night. Curling into a ball of flesh, she fell onto her blanket, the tears rolling from her tired eyes. The cursed question boomed silently in her head. Why?
A hundred thousand feelings raged through her frail body at once, threatening to tear her soul apart. Anger, hatred, hopelessness, confusion, guilt, sadness, worry... fear. Fear was the most prominent. Fear dominated her, consumed her, swallowed her whole. Fear was her master that night, and she was powerless against him.
The girl screamed with rage as she punched the lifeless wall that had been witness to the scene. Closing her eyes, she collapsed onto her pillow, refusing to fight the tears back any longer. She freed them from her eyes, streams of salty water flowing down her face, dampening the pillow she clutched tightly to her body. "Why?" she kept asking herself.
He'd said, "I love you." Then he kissed her. Her own father. She laughed coldly inside. Her first kiss on the lips came from her father's mouth. She gripped her fists so tightly she swore she'd draw blood from her own nails biting into her skin. She clenched her teeth. She hated her father with every breath in her body. She wanted to kill him.
He had kissed her full on the lips. And then...
She screamed again, unleashing her rage on the wall that had done nothing to stop him. She screamed and cried and punched at the wall that had watched as her father stripped her innocence away, as he touched her in ways a father should never touch his daughter, as he cooed and shushed and bid her to be still. She screamed and cried and pounded until her tears ran dry, her throat became harsh, and her knuckles were red with blood. Her energy exhausted, she crumpled back onto her pillow, sobbing and kissing her wounds.
A sharp knock at the door silenced her. She turned to face the sound, knowing that her father stood on the other side. The doorknob turned slightly, then jiggled. The door was locked. She turned away, letting the tears fall quietly as her father continued to knock.
"I'm sorry. I love you," he said.
She threw her innocent pillow at the door with all her strength. He left.
When the girl was certain he was gone, she brought her pillow back to her bed and buried her face in it, crying as hard as she could. She pulled the covers up over herself, hiding from the world, hoping she wouldn't be found. The girl wanted to be dead, to disappear from the world like a wilted flower, to not have to worry anymore about her life. She didn't want to be so afraid.
Glancing at her dresser, the girl noticed a portrait of her mother. Her mother. What would her father do to her mother if the girl told anybody what had happened? He'd hurt her, the way he had before. He'd make her cry, the way he had before. So the girl vowed silence. She needed to protect her mother.
Next to the portrait of her mother was a picture of herself as a little child being carried by her father. She wore a dainty white dress with little red ribbons tied around her waist. A silly bonnet framed her chubby face. Toothless and without a care in the world, the little baby girl seemed so genuinely happy in that picture. Her father looked happy as well, a foolish smile planted on his face. Looking in the mirror, she could hardly recognize the little baby girl behind the teary eyes and messy hair. So much had changed.
She picked up the picture and hugged it to her heart before hiding the memory beneath a music box.
The girl sat upon her bed staring blankly at the mirror for a long while, unable to fall asleep. She feared the darkness, knowing the only dreams awaiting her would be nightmares. The girl decided to stay up for a while, and in a few minutes, she was back at her window, gazing at the flowers in her yard.
In the corner of her dark backyard, the girl noticed the jasmine plant, her namesake, growing faithfully amidst a crowd of weeds. She couldn't help smiling through her tears, hoping that someday, she too could be like the flower in her backyard and grow despite the weeds that crowded her way.
After several minutes, the girl lay asleep, knowing that someday she would make life better for herself, knowing that in the future she would overcome her fears. She knew that one day, she wouldn't have to remain silent as she cried herself to sleep, like she did on that beautiful summer night.
On a Beautiful Summer Night [PG-13] - chrome - 2009-02-24
http://www.sleepywood.net/forum/showthread.php?t=1218217
Coulda sworn this looked familiar.
Beautifully written, I can see all the emotion that's being put into this. Not just something you craft because you "feel" like it. I don't want to go deeper into the subject...cause well...:x.
On a Beautiful Summer Night [PG-13] - Throes - 2009-02-24
Ben Wrote:http://www.sleepywood.net/forum/showthread.php?t=1218217Yar, that be me.
Coulda sworn this looked familiar.
Beautifully written, I can see all the emotion that's being put into this. Not just something you craft because you "feel" like it. I don't want to go deeper into the subject...cause well...:x.