I stopped in place, there he was, my dream guy just standing meters away. He doesn't know my name, he doesn't know I exist but I couldn't help myself. I started vooruit, voorwaarts my eyes locked on him. We were a metre apart when suddenly he was gone. He just disappeared leaving a puddle of dust. I couldn't believe it we were so close to being together and then right before my eyes he vanished into a puddle. I covered the remaining metre and bent down. Slowly I reached out, my hand brushed the dust lightly. It was so soft and smooth, like the beautiful sand on a clear beach.
I was mesmerized door it. It was just a puddle of dust, left door the guy of my dreams but then again just dust, but I couldn't seem to take my eyes off it. The puddle in front of me had my full attention, everything happening behind was unimportant. I figured since I was in the national park all the screaming and running footsteps I heard were the sounds of little kids having fun. I was wrong.
A hand landed on my shoulder with such force my body fell into the dust before me. It scattered finally being taken door the wind. But the large muscular man towering over me didn't leave. His face was covered in blood, clothes ripped and a mes in one hand. I screamed. The sound from my mouth hurt my lungs as I woke. My face was sweaty. From one seconde of being frightened my sweat was dripping from my hair line to my chin. My scream echoed through the house, waking my family. I could hear the swearing from each room but no one came to see if I was still alive. A serial killer could have been murdering me for all they cared. I sat up, the dream was so clear in my mind I was sure it was real. The man that tried to kill me, his face will never leave. The scars, the blood, the crooked teeth and the evil in his eyes. I stuttered. Just the memory of him and it was only a dream, I hope. "What dag is it?" I asked out loud as I left the warmth of my bed. It was summer and boiling hot but each morning I regret wearing my mini bokser shorts and singlet. This morning the cold air was too much. I quickly got dressed in my maroon school uniform and headed into the kitchen.
Thank goodness no one else is up, despite my very loud scream not one of my siblings of my mother saw the need to get up and get ready for work. I'm the youngest of this family. Four brothers eighteen, nineteen, twenty and twenty one, me fourteen. Mum's pushing fifty-five and just married Brent, my new abusive step father. But worse shes pregnant again. Does she ever think of anyone but herself? NO! This poor child is going to be uncared for and tortured before its even three.
I manage most days to escape Brent, wake up early go to school and come home pagina at midnight through my bedroom window. I've learn't his ways after a maand of him becoming the newest member of our family and my fifth step father. The first week he was with us I wasn't so lucky, after a movie with my friend we arrived home pagina at ten, we came home pagina to a drunk Brent and he bashed me right there and then in front of my mother, my siblings and my helpless friend Amber. After that night no one ever comes home pagina with me. I'm always with them at their veilig home pagina with a loving family.
I'm in the pantry when the faint sound of footsteps and grunts from one of the bedrooms, reach my ears. I freeze. Could it be Brent? I didn't wait to find out, hair not done and empty stomach I leave the keuken-, keuken and exit the house with my heavy school bag on my back. It's seven O'clock, too early to head to Amber's but the cafe on Smith straat would be open, and it has a bathroom! I make my way over to the smallest but nicest cafe in the world. Well the part of the world that I've seen.
The twenty minuut walk was silent and scary. My neighbourhood was not one to be alone in, especially when deserted. Luck was on my side though, only one car drove past. A bunch of Brent's vrienden but surprisingly all they did was wolf whistle and beep the horn. But I'm use to that.
Ahh, there it is Rosie's Bakery. The door chime chimed as I entered the store. "Morning Rosy! Can I use the bathroom first?"
"Morning Chloe! Of course hun, u know u don't have to ask." replied Rosy
I smiled as I left the cheerful lady and went to the bathroom. As I looked at my self I saw how thin my face was. Every bone stuck out. It was horrible and my hair, my brown hair all thin and unhealthy. I did what I could. I retrieved my cosmetic bag from the bottom of my school bag. After I was finished my hair looked half decent. Up in a ponytail, fringe back and a couple of unwanted stands of hair hanging at the side of my face.
Only five dollars. Shit, all my other money is at home. Ahh well I'll just get something from Amber.
"Just one oranje sap please Rosy" I ordered
Handing me my sap Rosy zei "Sweetie u look hungry. I'll whip u up some breakfast. Just wait here" In a trashy neighbourhood Rosy is the best thing here.
"That breakfast was amazing" I thought as I reached the entrance to Ferntree Collage.
"Chloe hey" Amber yelled from across the basketbal court. Somehow I managed to convince my mother to send me to the one decent school in a thirty minuut radius from the house. Amber lives down the road from our highschool, in a rich house with everything she needs. "Hey" I called back.
"Sorry to say but have u eaten at all yesterday?" Amber whispered
"Uhh, Brent was upset because he hadn't bet up someone in a while so he took it out on my mother. I stayed away from the house last night and stayed away from everyone this morning." I whispered back
Amber gasped.
"Okay can we pretend I'm rich and happy, please?" I pleaded
"Uh-huh" was all Amber zei but then she shouted in my ear as she grabbed my arm "LETS GO, HURRY"
She pulled me along as she ran, I didn't know what we were running from. I was to scared to look back.
I was mesmerized door it. It was just a puddle of dust, left door the guy of my dreams but then again just dust, but I couldn't seem to take my eyes off it. The puddle in front of me had my full attention, everything happening behind was unimportant. I figured since I was in the national park all the screaming and running footsteps I heard were the sounds of little kids having fun. I was wrong.
A hand landed on my shoulder with such force my body fell into the dust before me. It scattered finally being taken door the wind. But the large muscular man towering over me didn't leave. His face was covered in blood, clothes ripped and a mes in one hand. I screamed. The sound from my mouth hurt my lungs as I woke. My face was sweaty. From one seconde of being frightened my sweat was dripping from my hair line to my chin. My scream echoed through the house, waking my family. I could hear the swearing from each room but no one came to see if I was still alive. A serial killer could have been murdering me for all they cared. I sat up, the dream was so clear in my mind I was sure it was real. The man that tried to kill me, his face will never leave. The scars, the blood, the crooked teeth and the evil in his eyes. I stuttered. Just the memory of him and it was only a dream, I hope. "What dag is it?" I asked out loud as I left the warmth of my bed. It was summer and boiling hot but each morning I regret wearing my mini bokser shorts and singlet. This morning the cold air was too much. I quickly got dressed in my maroon school uniform and headed into the kitchen.
Thank goodness no one else is up, despite my very loud scream not one of my siblings of my mother saw the need to get up and get ready for work. I'm the youngest of this family. Four brothers eighteen, nineteen, twenty and twenty one, me fourteen. Mum's pushing fifty-five and just married Brent, my new abusive step father. But worse shes pregnant again. Does she ever think of anyone but herself? NO! This poor child is going to be uncared for and tortured before its even three.
I manage most days to escape Brent, wake up early go to school and come home pagina at midnight through my bedroom window. I've learn't his ways after a maand of him becoming the newest member of our family and my fifth step father. The first week he was with us I wasn't so lucky, after a movie with my friend we arrived home pagina at ten, we came home pagina to a drunk Brent and he bashed me right there and then in front of my mother, my siblings and my helpless friend Amber. After that night no one ever comes home pagina with me. I'm always with them at their veilig home pagina with a loving family.
I'm in the pantry when the faint sound of footsteps and grunts from one of the bedrooms, reach my ears. I freeze. Could it be Brent? I didn't wait to find out, hair not done and empty stomach I leave the keuken-, keuken and exit the house with my heavy school bag on my back. It's seven O'clock, too early to head to Amber's but the cafe on Smith straat would be open, and it has a bathroom! I make my way over to the smallest but nicest cafe in the world. Well the part of the world that I've seen.
The twenty minuut walk was silent and scary. My neighbourhood was not one to be alone in, especially when deserted. Luck was on my side though, only one car drove past. A bunch of Brent's vrienden but surprisingly all they did was wolf whistle and beep the horn. But I'm use to that.
Ahh, there it is Rosie's Bakery. The door chime chimed as I entered the store. "Morning Rosy! Can I use the bathroom first?"
"Morning Chloe! Of course hun, u know u don't have to ask." replied Rosy
I smiled as I left the cheerful lady and went to the bathroom. As I looked at my self I saw how thin my face was. Every bone stuck out. It was horrible and my hair, my brown hair all thin and unhealthy. I did what I could. I retrieved my cosmetic bag from the bottom of my school bag. After I was finished my hair looked half decent. Up in a ponytail, fringe back and a couple of unwanted stands of hair hanging at the side of my face.
Only five dollars. Shit, all my other money is at home. Ahh well I'll just get something from Amber.
"Just one oranje sap please Rosy" I ordered
Handing me my sap Rosy zei "Sweetie u look hungry. I'll whip u up some breakfast. Just wait here" In a trashy neighbourhood Rosy is the best thing here.
"That breakfast was amazing" I thought as I reached the entrance to Ferntree Collage.
"Chloe hey" Amber yelled from across the basketbal court. Somehow I managed to convince my mother to send me to the one decent school in a thirty minuut radius from the house. Amber lives down the road from our highschool, in a rich house with everything she needs. "Hey" I called back.
"Sorry to say but have u eaten at all yesterday?" Amber whispered
"Uhh, Brent was upset because he hadn't bet up someone in a while so he took it out on my mother. I stayed away from the house last night and stayed away from everyone this morning." I whispered back
Amber gasped.
"Okay can we pretend I'm rich and happy, please?" I pleaded
"Uh-huh" was all Amber zei but then she shouted in my ear as she grabbed my arm "LETS GO, HURRY"
She pulled me along as she ran, I didn't know what we were running from. I was to scared to look back.
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The titel comes from the beschrijving a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what u like of hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The titel comes from the beschrijving a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what u like of hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl