Taylor sat with her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, as she relived memories of pain.
The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.
Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life u have lived, and in some cases, wished u hadn't.
The slight nine jaar old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting volgende to her.
"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the dark haired girl's shoulder.
"Yes," the girl whispered. "It wasn't so bad this time. Only the one."
"He can't do that, Taytay. He's not s'posed to. Remember? The teachers at school say if someone hurts u u need to tell the other teachers," the boy protested. The girl smiled vaguely, and shook her head.
"Daddy doesn't mean to. He never remembers what he did, and when he asks me, I'm scared he's gonna start again of get into trouble or-"
"Tay, it isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"I love my daddy, Jason. He'll get into trouble if I tell anyone. And then what?"
"Tay, u can live with me and my mom and dad! They won't mind!" Jason zei earnestly. Once again, the nine jaar old Taylor shook her head.
"It won't help. Jail is for bad people, and my daddy isn't bad. He just forgets."
A few years...
A fourteen jaar old girl. Quiet and friendless, except for Jason.
She felt deadened. Detached. She'd run as soon as her father had fallen asleep. Pulled on jeans and a tee-shirt and run. Run to Jason's house.
She frantically knocked on the door, and Jason answered after three. She sank to the floor, sobbing.
"Jason, he raped me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jason had pulled her to her feet, and dragged her into the living room where his parents were sitting.
A few hours later, and Taylor had retreated in on herself. Gone catatonic. All she remembered of that time was a dreamlike state. Voices rushed past her, but no words registered.
When she woke up, she was sixteen and a warden of the state.
Jason was there when she woke up. He smiled at her sadly and handed her a folder. She hesitated, and opened it to find that it was filled with newspaper clippings.
'7 November 1998'
"What kind of monster would abuse his own daughter for over a decade?" many reporters ask. Taylor Lee Anderson has been the victim of abuse for meer than half her life. Statements gegeven door the medical team dispatched to care for the adolescent girl hint at severe maltreatment. "Covered in bruises" , "lifeless" and "unresponsive" being among the words used to describe the poor condition.
Bryan Anderson has been rumored to suffer from multiple personality disorder, which is suspected to have been the primary reason for his daughter's reluctance to inform anyone of what he had done to her.
Taylor ha been pronounce catatonic, bordering the line between life and death.
Bryan Anderson has been sentenced to thirteen life terms with no hope of parole, for twelve counts of harassment, assault, and abuse, and one count of rape.
The primary witness being Taylor's childhood friend, who described what Taylor had told him, thus resulting in the court's rule."
Taylor looked up at Jason. He smiled sadly, and said, "I had to, Taytay. I couldn't let him get away with hurting u like that."
The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.
Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life u have lived, and in some cases, wished u hadn't.
The slight nine jaar old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting volgende to her.
"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the dark haired girl's shoulder.
"Yes," the girl whispered. "It wasn't so bad this time. Only the one."
"He can't do that, Taytay. He's not s'posed to. Remember? The teachers at school say if someone hurts u u need to tell the other teachers," the boy protested. The girl smiled vaguely, and shook her head.
"Daddy doesn't mean to. He never remembers what he did, and when he asks me, I'm scared he's gonna start again of get into trouble or-"
"Tay, it isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"I love my daddy, Jason. He'll get into trouble if I tell anyone. And then what?"
"Tay, u can live with me and my mom and dad! They won't mind!" Jason zei earnestly. Once again, the nine jaar old Taylor shook her head.
"It won't help. Jail is for bad people, and my daddy isn't bad. He just forgets."
A few years...
A fourteen jaar old girl. Quiet and friendless, except for Jason.
She felt deadened. Detached. She'd run as soon as her father had fallen asleep. Pulled on jeans and a tee-shirt and run. Run to Jason's house.
She frantically knocked on the door, and Jason answered after three. She sank to the floor, sobbing.
"Jason, he raped me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jason had pulled her to her feet, and dragged her into the living room where his parents were sitting.
A few hours later, and Taylor had retreated in on herself. Gone catatonic. All she remembered of that time was a dreamlike state. Voices rushed past her, but no words registered.
When she woke up, she was sixteen and a warden of the state.
Jason was there when she woke up. He smiled at her sadly and handed her a folder. She hesitated, and opened it to find that it was filled with newspaper clippings.
'7 November 1998'
"What kind of monster would abuse his own daughter for over a decade?" many reporters ask. Taylor Lee Anderson has been the victim of abuse for meer than half her life. Statements gegeven door the medical team dispatched to care for the adolescent girl hint at severe maltreatment. "Covered in bruises" , "lifeless" and "unresponsive" being among the words used to describe the poor condition.
Bryan Anderson has been rumored to suffer from multiple personality disorder, which is suspected to have been the primary reason for his daughter's reluctance to inform anyone of what he had done to her.
Taylor ha been pronounce catatonic, bordering the line between life and death.
Bryan Anderson has been sentenced to thirteen life terms with no hope of parole, for twelve counts of harassment, assault, and abuse, and one count of rape.
The primary witness being Taylor's childhood friend, who described what Taylor had told him, thus resulting in the court's rule."
Taylor looked up at Jason. He smiled sadly, and said, "I had to, Taytay. I couldn't let him get away with hurting u like that."
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
u were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house of fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
u did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
u zei your chance at love had past u door
i told i'm here so dont u cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
u were like my juliet and i your romeo
u love me i love u thats all i need to know
no longer will u dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my zoek has led to you
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd love some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
u are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as u lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are hart-, hart at name.
u may notice that only the seconde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to toon the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
u are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as u lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are hart-, hart at name.
u may notice that only the seconde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to toon the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
