Diary #2

Diary #2

A Story by MissChild



   My closet glowing with my comfort, as I lie awake squeezing tight to the animal I called Teddy.  "Please keep me safe through the night, I pray my soul to keep," I lay and curl myself tighter as if to be invisible, as if my mothers arms were tight cradling me.  He sawters over, I here is smooth stealthy steps, I compress closer.  The crack in between the door is darkened by shadow.  It all happened so fast from there, the yelling, hitting, grumbling.  So much anger coming all at once with incredible strength, relentless and uncaring. 

   The light shines through of morning.  More bruises appear everywhere swampy in color, stretching from being scrunched up all night afraid he'd be back.  Karma will come around I shall not get down, stand up, chin held high, I walk proud of the bruises upon me.  Me:  The one who prevailed

© 2010 MissChild

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Added on May 20, 2010
Last Updated on June 26, 2010
Tags: abuse, child, naive, innocent



Houston, TX

(Age is just a number. I write from experience, memory, undefined by any number.) I would enjoy comments to allow me to improve, there is always room for improvement. more..

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