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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Number 7:

Danielle woke up with a groan. She stood up and stretched but winced as she felt a burning sensation on her back. She took of her shirt and stared at her back through the mirror. Two ugly scar dragged across her pale skin. It looked is if knives had cut through her back. She sighed and looked around. Seeing and feeling no one she closed her eyes. Her back began to heal as the scars turned to flawless skin. Once she opened her eyes, her world swarmed. She always felt that when she tries to heal herself. She sighed again, remembering last night.

Flashback:

"Dad?" Danielle asked. The room had the stench of alcohol. Danielle never liked alcohol. Even though her father seemed to live off it. The house was quiet, peaceful. Something it barely was these day. The floorboard creaked as she walked to the kitchen. She wanted to get something for her spinning head. Suddenly she felt something rip through her shirt and skin. She screamed out in surprise and turned around. It was her father.

"Where were you tonight?" Mr.Faunne asked. Danielle clenched her bleeding side and tried to stop the blood from flowing.

"I- I was out for a walk." she said stuttering, sure Danielle maybe a black belt in Karate and Taekwondo. But one does not attack family like strangers... Her father was the only thing that scared her the most.

"LIAR!" Her father roared. The scent alcohol in his breathe nearly choked Danielle. How many bottles had he had? 5? 6? Her father swiped her again. She jumped backwards only to hit the wall. She hissed in pain. It wasn't the first time her father had hurt her, but it was the first where he tried to harm her with an item, usually it was just punches and kicks, occasionally, belts. But never knives. The knife came down once again. But Danielle kicked it out of his hands.

"Daddy, please!" she screamed. but Mr.Faunne's fury only increased when he saw what his daughter had done. His eyes light in fury and Danielle started to shiver under the intense glare he gave her. He charged at her blindly. She once again dodged in and jumped to the side, this time, throwing a kick to his head, successfully knocking him out. Through blood, sweat and tears Danielle carried her father into the living room and set him down onto the sofa. She covered him with a blanket and threw away the remaining alcohol. She then cleaned up the kitchen of the blood and rubbish. Still crying, she walked upstairs to her room. She was asleep the second her head hit the pillow.









so sad... =[

love.fung

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