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Ok this is the story I submitted for my writing contest. Please don't take it. :3
Hope you enjoy it Loves.
As she looked up to the man in front of her, she only nodded. She handed him the money she had stolen from the night before. As she did, the Sin played in her mind. She was shamed of herself, but she knew this was the only thing she could do correctly.
She went to her house, her home near an elementary school. “Why can’t I be right?” She cursed to herself, “I feel bad, so why can’t I just stop stealing!?”
She cried bitter tears, as she saw the smiles of the children in the school yard. She whimpered as she cried, making many children look at her. All the children looked her way for just a moment, all but one.
That one child looked her way and walked up to her home. The child knocked on the door, waiting for a few moments for the door to open. When the door didn’t open, he sighed softly; running home.
The child got home, to his mindless drinking father and his father’s girlfriend smoking. The child showed the girlfriend his score on the test from the day before. The woman laughed and told the child that scores on a stupid test were meaningless in the real world. She then shoved the child and he bumped into his father.
The child wasn’t less confident on what the father could do to the child, but he had to somehow impress his father. The child showed him the test, scored 100%. The father laughed at his creation, just as the woman did.
The child walked out its ‘home,’ and walked to the school. Looking at the near by house, he realized the woman didn’t leave, for the same lights were on from earlier hours.
The child knocked on the door.
The woman woke up from the door’s knocking again, “Why does this dream have sound effects? Why can’t I die at least in my dreams?” She questioned.
She got up and answered the door, still thinking it was a dream. What she saw behind the door was a small boy, about five, in ratty old clothing.
The woman looked at the child, wondering why this dream was so kind to her. She asked the boy why he had bothered. With a smile, he replied that he had seen her crying earlier that day, and he wanted to make her happy, even if she thought it a pain.
She then realized, her cheeks were moist, her tears rolling down her face. She hugged him softly, a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol ruining his sweet smell. She asked him why he had smelled like that. He told his story.
She looked closer at the ragged clothes, seeing many bruises on the boy’s body. He saw her eyeing the bruises, and merely replied that his father often got very angry. She asked who his mother was, wondering if she was just as bad. He only shook his head sadly, and told her that he never had met his mother; he was merely a mistake his father made. She looked at him questionably, as he told her his father attacked his mother, and his mother somehow found her attacker.
Just then, an alarm went off, indicating it was eight at night. The woman gasped realizing how much time had really gone by, for she had to go to work.
With that, the boy walked off, the dimness of the setting sun in the background blended with his small frame. Tears flowed again. With every step the boy took, and tear appeared in place with his small body disappearing in the setting sun. She didn’t know what, but a feeling lifted over her. A sudden ominous dark filling the dusk.
The next morning, the woman’s mind was deep within the thought of the young boy. When she got home, she turned on the TV and saw the news, while seeing many sad things.
Something got her eyes, a report found on a boy in an apartment, “From the looks of it, the child was beaten and stabbed multiple times in the chest. The child is to be guessed four or five, no identification was found. We are still looking for the murders of this ca…”
The words faded as she heard this news. She cried softly again, only knowing it was bound to happen with an abusive father. Waves of emotion washed over her, along with the weight of a small child on her lap. A flickering hand then touched her cheek, wiping away her tears, “Don’t cry. I’ve gone to nirvana. And now I’m no longer in despair. One day, you will too. You’ll come soon enough. Until then, don’t be scared.”
All her feelings, sorrow, heartsick, and grieve, all lessened. She nodded, regretting all her sins.
“One day, I’ll see you again. One day soon.” She said, her delusions vanished.
 La Luna Nymphet · Fri Mar 20, 2009 @ 11:25pm · 0 Comments |
