Post by lostgirl on Sept 8, 2005 20:32:53 GMT -5
I ran through the open doorway the unsightly screen door banging shut behind me the hinges squealing in protest. Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't care. Sniffling I wiped my hands across my eyes to clear my vision but they were quickly replacedby more tears that flowed down my face streaking my cheeks and leaving permanent scarrs on my heart. Stumbing around I tried to find my way into the back forest my sanctuary my only place of peace. Running blindly I bolted through the bushes savouring the slight sting they left when the scraped against my arms. The pain felt like an awakening pushing the blood through my veins urging me to go full tilt enjoying having my lungs feel as if they are about to burst. The glisening pools of tears in my eyes kept me from seeing where I was going. However I didn't care I needed to get away away from this godforsaken place. Mumbling to myself I finally propelled my way through the thorny bushes pushing up and through to a dirty filled clearing. Falling to my knees I sobbed. Stupid dad and his drinking ever since mom died that's all he did. It was like every drink he took every single sip he was taking me down with him drowning me in my pain. It was like moms death was completely personal to him like it didn't even effect me at all. But the truth is even before mom died the only person he cared about was himself. I buried my hands in the cool soft dirt digging deeper and deeper. I didn't know what it was I was looking for perhaps it was the happiness I had always longed for maybe it had been concealed from me here hidden waiting for the day when I could come find it. Digging I had rapidly built a hole at least three feet deep. I was so wildly grabbing at the dirt that I almost didn't notice the feel of paper admist the brown earth in my hands. Frowning I grabbed at the corner of paper pulling it out of the hole I had dug. I ferociously wiped at my eyes smearing dirt and salty tears over my face. The paper I held in my hands was a newspaper I leaned over to look for the date but what caught my eyes first was the headline. I gasped covering my mouth and wiping dirt all over my lips. The headline read "Fifteen Year Old Girl Murdered by Father." My eyes quickly scanned for the date on the corner of the newspaper it read September 15th 2004. My head speedily did the math. That would have been two weeks ago I realized. Why would someone want to hide this? My sorrow hastily forgotten I wiped at the newspaper eager to find out more. That's when the dread filled all my senses and consumed me. I felt like a lead weight falling in a bottomless pit. I couldn't take my eyse off the picture of the girl on the front page for the girl staring into my terror filled eyes was me.