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A Silent Cry For Help
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A Silent Cry For Help |
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UnsilencedWords666 Member
since 2003-11-19
Posts 63Broken Memories & Falling Tears |
***Giveing you a little background-> i wrote this when I was going through a really hard time in my life(about a two weeks ago it ended) where I was dating an extremly abusive guy who was a few years older then me, and my struggles to try and his perfect girl...never realizing till too late that it is not possible. So i wrote this to reminice(sp?) my last few weeks of our realtionship before I realized it was either him or me...and I wanted to win...I tried to edit it to be appropriate as much as possible, so please excuse any mistakes...just infor me of them and i will fix them ASAP...thank you*** Broken bones and falling tears I scream for help but nobody hears I did it again I made you mad I run from the kitchen praying you won't find me... "Where are you, you little wench" I hear the words as you near the bedroom I hide in closet hoping...praying you won't open the door You walk in and head right to me... Tears begin to roll down my cheeks You pull me out by my hair Without warning a quick blow to my face Blood gushes out from the gash on my cheek I'm thrown to the floor A violent kick to my stomach... I beg for you to stop You wont, I know it...you're upset Dinner wasn't ready and you can't find the remote control I scream I'm sorry-you barely hear me You're off in your own world-only intent is to hurt I hear the downstairs neighbor turn up the TV Ignoring my pleas for help-for someone to save me from this hell Finally it stops and you look down at me "Clean this up, Wench" and you leave the room I look at the once white carpet and see the stains Stains of other incidents-other outbursts of anger I look at the desk and see where it's cracked- From when you smashed my face against it and broke my nose I see the splatters on the wall from a few months ago- As a reminder to never do dishes when you're in the shower I look at the floor and take the carpet cleaner from under the bed I start to scrub the carpet praying to get the blood out You walk in again happy as can be- As if nothing happened... "Hey Hun, I'm going to go run to the store. Want anything?" I look up at you-my cheeks finally stopped bleeding- I want to ignore you I want you to know I'm hurting But I know what will happen... "No, babe... "I reply as tears well up in my eyes You leave the room...I scream as the front door slams "Freakin' Jerk!" as I finish my last syllable- The door opens... "What the heck did you say?" Panic takes over I shake from head to toe...I can't respond- Before I know it your in the room Your cold fist meets my cheek "That's what I thought, you stupid little girl....you worthless piece of crap... Don't you dare ever talk down to me..." I curl into the fetal position and block my swollen face You kick me in the back... "Do you understand, wench...huh, do you?" I whisper yes.... "That's what I thought...now- clean this 'crap' hole up..." As if acting on it's own my body instinctively uncurls and I grab the spray I spray the new blood dripping from my nose as it hits the carpet- Adding to the spreading pool of blood You're still in the door way, I don't dare look-up... "Good for nothing wench" you say as you leave the room The TV goes on and you turn on Monday night football A sigh of relief leaves my body...I finish cleaning the floor I look in the mirror-Dried blood covers my face from my latest attack My lip is 2 times it normal size and my eye is swelling shut The phone rings I rush to pick it up-it's my mother "Hello Sweetie, how are you?" she asks with an all to missed sincerity I think do I dare tell her that I was just beaten... I want to tell her it all, tell her that HE is abusive Tell her that the bruises aren't from me being clumsy- But from his violent mood swings Tell her that these last four years have been hell- From morning 'til night and in-between Tell her to come pick me up and save me from all of this- Tell her I want to be mommy and daddy's little girl And like a twig snapping in a silent forest... A beer can opens in the living room- "Hey Mom, you know me...better then ever..." And the cycle lives on... You can’t choose who you are Only what you will be Why can't you choose To let me be me...*~*Nessa Bear*~* |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
This seems to be more prose. There is a forum on this site called, Passions in Prose. Although I'm not the one to ask. I would see if you can post this in the prose forum. You poured your heart out with this one, and the write, which I considered long. Kept my interest all the way through. I thought you did a good job with it. poe If nothing is something |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Very painful to read. VERY. Here's hoping your courage takes you to better places, and all goes well in your life from this point on. God bless, and keep you in His care, always. Prayers are going out for you!  Love, Terri~  [This message has been edited by SharaRose (11-30-2003 10:58 AM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Good that you ended that relationship, which was sick and dangerous for both of you. And? hope you each seek some additional professional help to avoid this kind of scenario in the future, as it's a dead-end street, literally. Healing hugs to you. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
I know this....and this didn't just hurt to read, it brought up my own memories....thank God, you got away. I did too...the worst is knowing some don't ever get out. I'm so sorry you went through this. I hope you are far far away from him....  |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
hey...this had my eyes glued to the screen the whole time...wow, intense...so sad and painfull. I've been there before...only my mom was the creep...those where bad times, and i'm glad it's over for you too. =) stay strong and God Bless. - River Love hurts as bad as it feels good. |
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darkness_witch Senior Member
since 2003-12-03
Posts 516Underneath |
This hurt to read You are strong to be able to write and remember your hard times god bless and prayers for the future. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Good Lord . . . what a strong woman you are and so proud of you for posting this Thank God you left him he will never realize what he had and when he does it wil be far too late for him and as for wanting to be that little girl? its ok . . . *smile* I know beautiful writing there are many here who understand xxoo |
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UnsilencedWords666 Member
since 2003-11-19
Posts 63Broken Memories & Falling Tears |
Wow-everyone, I don't even know what to say...thank you all for your kind words and support that you have given me. Until now I have never really realized what was going on in my life and when I finally did; I felt ashamed...thank you all for allowing me to release what has been built up for so long. God bless you all, and best wishes! *~*Nessa Bear*~* You can’t choose who you are Only what you will be Why can't you choose To let me be me...*~*Nessa Bear*~* |
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