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I was so cold and every thing hurt. She was no where. I looked all around, but I am the only one down here. I wiggle my hand out of the cough. My arm is swollen, but I can still get out. Thank dad for the lesson in breaking out of a pair of hand cuffs. The metal actually cuts my hand open, she obviously didn't want me to get out. I am quietly creeping up the stairs, praying she isn't home. The house is empty, and her car isn't in the drive way. I have to push my self forward, my arms and leg hurt. But I could push my self forward with my left arm and right leg. I checked the cell phone for a battery once I could be sure she wasn't home. I didn't have any bars in this room. I remember Kandy complaining about that. I moved slowly up the stairs, checking the phone every so often.
"C'mon! Please..." I hear a car door slam, and the key in the door turning, and mother or some one was struggling with it. I make my way up the stairs faster, and finally force my self to stand when she comes in. She sees me, and I see her. I half run, half pull my self to my door, using the wall for support. I hear her thundering up the stairs, and I struggle with the handle on my door.
"Please please please." I say aloud, and finally am able to push the door open. I hope that I am fast enough, but I am not. I am pushing the door closed, and she pushes it open, easily, like she had a good nights rest, and hadn't lost any blood. She grabs both of my arms and slams me into a wall. She's been drinking again. In my room, she had been drinking in my room. There were empty bottles every where. And a few half full. She reached over and smashes one over my back. Then across my face. Another on my chest, then the back of my head. She broke twenty or more bottles across me, then slammed my face against the wall until I began to fade completely from existence.
She lets me go, I fall on my back in a pile of broken bottle and glass.
"You know some thing. First, I blamed your father. But then I saw that video, and I blamed you. Because, he, he is just such a good man. And I love him to much. But you, the only reason you cam into existence because I was in a new test program when i was pregnant with your sisters." I took a weazy breath and spoke
"I don't under stand. Why did..... you.... hate me.... so much?" I say, trying to keep consciousness.
"Because you let him do that to you! Almost like yopu welcomed it! Because-"
"I mean before that. Before you even knew, when I was three." I say accusingly.
"Because I just do, because you're a slut, a whore. I hate you because you shouldn't of been born. If I take you out of this world, I would of never broken one of gods rules! You weren't natural, triplets are not ******** natural! And you were the last, so ******** you!"
She lifts me up by my throat, dragging me slowly through painful glass. I don't know what to do, I am in so much pain. And I feel so sick, so tired. She yells at me, them tightens her grip on my throat. I am going to die. She is going to crush my throat, and I am going to die. No. I'm going to die, and I am terrified. I don't want to die. Lord, even if I wasn't spossed to be, please.....
"Mommy, please..... I..... please." I am able to choke out.
"Don't call me that!" She screams and releases my throat, just to let me fall so she could stomp on my other leg. She punches me, my world is so cold and I feel dizzy.
"I am going to kill you, slowly. I'll beet you to death, then I'll hide your body some where. Then I'll run off, and change my name." She says, her tone has changed, and it frightens me so. "I know where I'll hide you to. And how. I'll chop you up into little pieces." She punches me again, then kicks me between my legs. I am crying so hard, that I can't breath, I whimper. "Then I'll hide you all over the place. A little of you will be every where. How bout that. Doesn't it sound like fun? Being every where. before i go, I'll visit my parents, and hide one of your fingers at there estate." She took out a knife, and pointed it at my pinky finger. "That one, that one i'll take with me. As a reminder of my sin." She started to laugh. I screamed, and tried to get away. She slapped me and kicked me. Then grabs me by the wrist and cut my finger. Not off, she just cut it up one of the sides. And then down the other.
"Please stop it!" I sob, I cry, but I can't scream, even if I tried, No one would hear me. She had nailed the window shut, and sound proofed the room. Like she knew she would end my life in here. I can't get enough breath in my lungs to scream. So I force my self up, and kick her in the stomach. It catches her off guard, and she falls. I scurry to my closet, she hadn't nailed the door shut, but it was jammed. She screams in furry, and lunges at me. I duck out of the way. And she nocks the cell from my hand. I reach for it, and she grabs me. I scream, I scream and scream. But it doesn't help. All my screams don't stop her, and my pleas just make her hit harder.
"From one sinner to a sin, I'll see you in hell, devil child. She plunges the knife into my arm. I finally dile the last one on the cell phone. A woman picks it up imeaditly.
"Ye-"
"Help me!" I yell. "She's going to kill m-" Mother covers my mouth and closes the phone. her hand slides off of my mouth.
"I think I changed my mind." She says, and smiles. I don't like the smile. But if she changed her mind, does she mean she wont kill me? I let myself feel a glimmer of hope.
"I think i'll chop you up while you're still alive. I'll skin you." I scream as she pulls the knife across my skin. I don't have a choice. I kick her in the stomach, once, twice, then grab the cell and yank the closet open.
I close it and jam it shut. I feel very tired, the knife is still partly in my waist. I close my eyes, try to think of some thing else, and yank it out. I cover it with my hand. My legs wont hold me for long, even with this adrenaline rush. And the door wont hold for long. I could here her out side, pounding on it with a hammer. I look around, Nothing, except the clothes bar. The only question about it was, will my wrist hold me? I hope so. I get a running start, and jump. I don't know how I was able to do it, but I climbed onto the shelf, with out a problem. I lean and push the attic door open. I am gripping the cell phone so hard, I am afraid I'll crush it. A ladder falls from the open space. I sigh. Thank god. I think. I lower my self from the shelf, mother isn't through, not even partly.
I climb up the ladder, slowly, because my body hurts so much. It seems to take me forever to close the attics door. The smell in the attic, its musty and gross. I shudder and open the cell phone, revealing a hole in the floor. The hole leads right into the back room. Its very small. I look around. The attic is much smaller than I thought it was. There are trunks and trunks of random items. I check the cell phone. Two bars. I press 911 and pull a heavy trunk over the attic door. Out of curiosity, I open it. Its full of toys, and a picture of a young boy. Its not me tho. I take it out and look closer at the toys. There made of stone. Weird. I look at the photo. and press OKAY on the cell. Holding it to my ear.
"Yes, 911, please state you're emergency."
"My... mom..... she's gone insane. She's trying to kill me." I pant, trying to catch my breath, my body hurts, and its hard to stand.
"What's you're address? Or, where are you?" I hope I am not talking to a machine.
"23 elm street. I am in the attic." I scream, there is a crash, and the trunk moved a little.
"What's wrong?"
"She's going to get through, please hurry!" I said, trying not to cry.
"I already sent the police. What's you name?" The woman on the other end was trying to calm me.
"Z-Z-Zander." I stutter
"How old are you Zander?"
"14, I'll be 15 in three days."
"Did you mom hurt you?"
"Yes. She just suddenly got really mad, and started to punch me and hit me."
"Has she ever done this before?" I can't answer, my mouth suddenly is full of blood, I vomit.
"Zander. I'm gonna get you." I hear my mother.
"Zander, was that her?" I vomit again.
"Yes." I sob, my ribs hurt so much, and it hurts to talk.
"Why didn't you answer me before?"
"My ribs.... I think she might of broken them...... they hurt, it hurts to talk." I say, holding back tears.
"It'll be okay. Is any one else home, do you have any relatives?"
"No, my dad is at a meeting all week and my sisters went to a spa retreat for the week end, all my family members other than them, are my...." I start to cough, blood comes out of my mouth and nose.
"Zander, what all did she do to you?"
"I don't know. She kept yelling, and slamming me into things. She broke a few bottles across...." The trunk jumps a little. I lurch back. "She's gonna get through!" I exclaim.
"Zander, its okay, just calm down. The cps will be there with in an hour, But you live very far away, so just calm down and take a few deep breaths." I did as she told me to, but it just made me cough.
"Tell me every thing that happened, I am recording it for the cops."
"Well, she came into my room, and I knew better than to tell her to go away, that I was busy, so she grabbed me by my nose ring, and drug me to the bath room." I start to cough, blood leaks slowly from my nose. "And slammed my head against the toilet. It hurts to talk...." I moan.
"Zander.... I'm almost through. I'm gonna skin you then chop you up." I sob and move even farther back.
"Zander, its okay. How 'bout I tell you a story? First, tho, my name is Penny."
"Nice to meet you Penny." I say. Trying to not scream and mothers hand reaches through the crack in the floor. Penny tell me a story of a kitten and a dog in a calm voice.
Mothers head pokes up through the hole she made, she's grinning. I scream.
"Whats wrong, Zander?"
"Sh-sh-she...... sh-sh-sh-shes going to kill me." I say and back up from her. She snatches the phone from my hands and says.
"He'll have top haunt you some time." And hangs up. I try to stab her, but she just slaps me then grabs my throat and slams me against the floor. She slams me like that, until my eyes finally roll up, and I stop fighting, I stop trying to breath. My heart is still beating. But not much. She slams my face against a trunk then releases me. Five minutes later, I hear her speed away. Ten minutes after that, the police show up.
I hear then rushing up stairs. Scanning the house for mother. Then they start to call my name.
"Zander!" They yell. "We wont hurt you, come on out!" They yell. I can barely move. I push a trunk over. It makes a loud thud. Then falls through the floor. I feel some one rolling me over. I wince, and whimper quietly. The police officer smiles and says some thing in a radio.
 demon strait outta_hell · Sat Jul 05, 2008 @ 01:36am · 0 Comments |
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