Letters to a beloved someone

I don't know why I wrote it. It's FICTIONAL, jeez.

Dear D,

You screamed at me for hours today for breaking the glass case where you kept your stubs. I'm sorry, I was just playing. It won't happen again.

Dear D,

You made me clean the entire room today, while supervising my work the whole time. Why did you keep touching me? I didn't like it. I wish you would go away to college.

Dear D,

You came home late today, and heavily drunk. I don't think you remember but you tried to rip off my shirt. I knocked you off me with the lamp next to me. Fortunately, the next morning, you mistook your headache for the alcohol.

Dear D,

I was thankful you left me at Aunt Gracie's house for the weekend. She reminds me of mother. I don't know where you went, but I like when you're gone.

I miss mom and dad.

Dear D,

When I returned home on Monday evening, you were with someone. Both of your stares made me uneasy. I hurried to my room and locked myself inside. I don't think I ever want to come outside.

Dear D,

You barely looked at me the next day. I'm glad.

Dear D,

You touched me again today, and you ripped off my shirt too. I don't think I'll ever forgive you. I hate you. I wish I could run away. I'm glad you stopped, because I have no where to run to.

Dear D,

You finally did it. You raped me. You were so drunk, I hope you rot in hell. I hid myself in the attic and you kept on calling for me. I cried the whole night. I cursed mother for leaving me alone.

Dear D,

I'm finally free. I ran away, and I know you'll find me soon. Aunt Gracie won't keep me, she'd think I was lying. I hate you, I hate you. I'll never forgive you, brother. I feel dirty. I am dirty. Come find me, and I'll leave again. I hope my face crushes your heart in guilt. Don't ever touch me again, brother. Please, don't.

Author's Note

REALLY don't know why I wrote it. Fictional, I swear. If any grammatical mistakes, please ignore. Wrote it in a hurry.
(Read my 'about me' if you still want to know why.)

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

I too am relieved that this is fiction. Like the style of this. Short little notes telling a brutal story. Well done.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Okay firstly glad to know this is fiction, secondly J you wrote it so well.You can feel the dispair and fear and anguish in this piece.For someone who should take care of you to hurt you this way is the ultimate betrayal.

[xDalliance]

Thank you, V. Haha yes felt the need to clarify it first.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Lol yes.You are welcome J :)

[Mayank]

Jharna I think you tried Stream of Consciousnesses technique where writer can jot down immediately whatever comes to his mind. I follow this technique a lot, the abstract picture is really brilliant. Thought it was wife but the Brother thing just blown me....

[xDalliance]

Oh, is that it. Uhm yeah, the fact that the sister is the victim is the twist. Thanks!

[Mayank]

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[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad story. Hard to have no control and live in fear. You create sad situation and bad action. The poem was direct and had the feel of honest emotion. Thank you for sharing the powerful story.
Coyote

[xDalliance]

Thank you, Coyote. Means a lot!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.