Talk to me.

Bethy Joan is a girl of about 16. She was raped a year ago and has been mute ever since.

"It was only a dream,Bethy. Don't worry. No harm done." My mother,Maranda, kept saying to me. She was holding me after I woke up crying. But it wasn't a dream. No. Not at all. It was a memory. A horrific memory. Nobody knows that though. Why not? Why won't I tell her? I can't. I won't. It would hurt her and he would hurt me. The guy who raped me. My only brother. And he continues to do it. Every time Maranda leaves and Thomas has to ' watch me'. He says nobody would even believe me. I mean, he is probably right. I am only like,16 and he is 23. He still lives with Maranda and I though. After our dead beat dad left, he is the man of the house. I try to sit up and get out of Maranda's grip but, she won't let go. I've had this thing about people touching me since the things with Thomas started happening. No one seems to notice, though. But I guess that's good. Then they won't question it. Then I won't feel bad when I don't answer. I try to get up again but notice that Maranda fell asleep. She has a death grip on me. I shake her until my arm gets tired. Ugh! I pry out of her death grip and get up. I start to jump on the bed and then, FINALLY, Maranda gets up.
"What?" She groans.
I pointed to the door as if to say ' get out ' with no words.
" Oh, I'm going, hold your britches." She said trying to get up but, she failed. I offered her my hand, which she took, and I pulled her up. I pointed to the door again and raised my eyebrows kind of like saying ' when'.
"Now. I'm going now, Bethy." I almost let a laugh escape as Maranda walked out.
Now I could try to go to sleep.
*Next day*
I woke up to the sound of "Daughters of Darkness" by Halestorm. Probably my favorite song. I got dressed and ready for school. I got on the bus and whent straight to my usual seat. Nobody sat in it. Except me. It sometimes would fall in but it's the only seat that's not taken. I'm always the last one on.
"Hey mouse." This girl I don't really know yelled at me throwing a paper ball at my head. I just ignored her. We arrived at school and I rushed straight to class. I sat in the back row. Always. I put my music on and just ignored everything. At the end of class the same girl from the bus cornered me and said we were going to talk. Next thing I know I blacked out.

Author's Note

Contest. :).

Reviews

[Ace Noire]

Punchy, taught, works well, good luck in whatever contest it's posted.

[Daughter of Darkness]

Thank you so much.

[KittyKatgirl]

That is so sad. The poor girl that is disgusting to be raped by your own brother. This is very emotional and could help people who also have been raped.

[Daughter of Darkness]

Thanks. I actually thought of the idea because of my own experience. I still talk though. He was my dad's girlfriends son.

[KittyKatgirl]

Naww that is horrible. Sorry to hear you had to go through that. It's good you still talk though. I can't imagine what it would be like if that happened to me. I would probably be the same not talk to anyone because there'll be no one I would trust

[Daughter of Darkness]

Yeah. I don't really trust a lot of people. I do talk but not as much as I probably should. I think I it's better because it happened like 8/9 years ago. I was six.

[KittyKatgirl]

Wow that is even worse. You were just a little girl :( Doing that to someone at such a young age could kill the person

[Daughter of Darkness]

I told my dad (ok,ok my brother told) and he broke up with her. I'm impressed he didn't kill him. And sometimes I think he REALLY wanted to.

[KittyKatgirl]

Yeah. His son should've gone to jail because you never know if he's going to do it to another girl. At least he left though so you don't have to be scared of him

[Daughter of Darkness]

If I saw him now I'd beat his a*s! He's only 21! He was scrawny too. I could easily take him.

[KittyKatgirl]

Haha yeah he'd probably be 30 now

[Daughter of Darkness]

Hmm...oh well