Post by roseysweetbabygirl on Jun 15, 2010 0:58:30 GMT -5
My Dream
A girl sits down in an interogation room. Her hands cuffed. The police officer walks forward, and te back, forward, and back rythimacly. He sits down and gulps down a slurp of coffee, before stinking the girl's nostrils with questions. "So" he exhales slightly with a small cough "What happened? Sweetheart? Can you tell me?" The girl sits down and wrings her hands gently "no...I can't" the man stands and wipes the sweat from his high raised brow. "Alright, then, let's start simple?" he takes a deep breath "what is your name?" the girl pushes her short brown bangs from her eyes "I'm ...Makenzie" the girl cringes back in her seat, just wishing that someone would shoot her, so she wouldn't have to reveal her darkness, of what truly happened. "How old are you Makenzie?" the man leans in, Makenzie can smell the coffee rank on his breath, she leans back trying to escape the noxious fumes. "I'm 12.." the man just nods, pretending to listen, even though he already knows all of her information, he just asks stupid questions "where are you from sweet heart?" she tries to push the chair back, but it's concreted to the floor "I'm from Storm Port, Wisonsin" she nods gently as if confirming her own information. Suddenly another man bursts into the room "Just tell us what happened with your father got it?!" the other man, he's different he's slim and smells like an ash tray, he shrieks with anger at her. "Just tell us how you and your mother ended up like this you little brat!" the other officer, the fatter one, he stands and tries to calm down the slim one "Listen, Jerry...just calm down, she's only a kid. Kay?" Jerry pushes against the fat one "Shut up Kyle! She killed her father, and you know it!" Kyle just nods, and looks to Makenzie, who has bursted into to tears, and is sobbing uncontrollably into her cuffed palms, she mumbles out silent words, the air chilling around, as they learn the true story of what had happened.
~~The Begining~~
"Daddy! Daddy!" Makenzie runs up and hugs a tall man, with rugid shoulders, and jet black hair, he toussles her hair and kisses her forehead, before picking her up and spinning her around in place "How is my little champion?" the man call to his little girl "I'm good Daddy! Mommy and I went all the way to the park, and she let me ride my bike all day!" the small girl cuddles into her father giggling relentlessly. A very atrractive woman calls into the room "Harold? is that you?" the woman drops a soapy dish, and bushes back a moppy head of hair as she runs up and hugs her husband romanticly, they kiss longfully holding hte girl close "Eeeew! Mommy! Let me goooo!" Makenzie struggles to get out, as soon enough she makes it out. The father leave the mother, and retires into the kitchen, the woman has a struggled look of worry upon her face. "Oh...oh no.." the woman says silently under her breath. The little girl looks up at her with longful eyes. "Is...d-daddy?...going to happy world...now?" the bright green eyes of the girl, fill with tears, as the mother rushe sher daughter into the bathroom and hide sher under the cupboard "Don't worry, maybe he's just making us...a. second dinner?" the mother tries to reassure her young girl, but alas it doens't work as the young Makenzie curls up in a ball and plugs her ears at her mother leaves, utterly to her husaband. It's been hours, since Makenzie was lef tunder the cupboard, and it's been all too quiet for her own comfort, Makenzie peeks out of the safety of her mother's "womb" and walks onto the bathroom tile, the bare feet pat against the coldness, her toes curl with anticipation. Her heart pounds a million miles an hour, as she enters the kitchen she sees her father slapping her mother. Over. And over. And over. She runs up and hits her father in the side, the man turns and hits her upside the cheek. It bursts with siring pain, as she falls to the floor. The man tries to drag the woman upstairs, as Makenzie stands and grabs the first thing she can. A radio ontop the countertop, next to the yellow fridge. She picks it up, Harold (her father) soon enough turns as pick up the stereo from her tiny hands, he pelts her in the side with the heavy metal stereo, as Makenzie falls to the floor protecting her fragile frame with her bruised arms, the metal slicing into her skin, like a hot knife into butter. He leaves, with her mother, by the throat into their bedroom. Makenzie wakes up the next morning, she struggles, to breath, to walk. When she finally manages to stand, all she feels all she wants, is a glass of water, her throat is crusting with dry blood, all she needs is one good gulp of water. Althoough petrified with fear of her father, waking up. She trudges to the sink and cracks the faucet only slightly, before sucking the water directly from the faucet itself, placing her cracked lips around the rim, her stomach fills up with the tap water, the metal taste explodes in her mouth. There is a sudden pain in her side, as she falls to floor screaming. "Daddy! Daddy! Help me!" the man runs down stairs and scoops up his daught erin his strong arms, before carrying her to the hospital, her appendix, was inflamed, and she needed surgeory to remove it. The cause, was too much stress. The father stood by the daughter, "explaining" what happened, saying that he and her were only playing just a little bit rough. Soon enough they went home, the mother ran down the stairs, almost tripping over herself, she holds up a knife "You...." tears free flow from her face" You crossed a line! Leave! NOW!" the man lets go of Makenzie's hands as he leaves the house...she doesn't cry, she has seen them do this many times. He beats on them. Mother Cries and tells him to leave. He returns a month...to a year later. Mother Cries and takes him back. "Is he going to be gone....for good?" the mother just nods, and sits down on the last step, looking dazed. The mother returns upstairs once more, to sleep. Makezie picks up a dish rag, and cleans up her blood on the floor. Because no one else will.
~~A Year Later~~
Today, Makenzie is about to finish her last week of 5th grade. She has made friends, and forgotten her father, all the things that had happened between them all. Her mother stands outside with somebody yelling "C'mon Sharon, I'm a new man. You can trust me. Please....baby, just let me home for a few more days" the woman giggles "WEll, Harold you hurt us pritty badly, I mean Makenzie is just getting out of school, you can't be here not now...not here." The man bursts through the door "Princess? You want to see your Daddy right? You remember when we went to the hospital, and I held your hand, and I got you your icecream, please darling, just don't forget us." Makenzie back up, the charm overwhelming her body, her heart. For so long all she's wanted is to hear her Daddy say that he loves her. "I want to see you Daddy, please Mommy just let us be togather!" The woman stands at the door contemplating what to do next. "Honey, I don't know....I mean you remember how he hurt us...." The girl claps her hands togather and pleads with her mother "PLease mommy...he won't he loves us" The man, stands and hugs the mother "Yea, I do." And like that, Harold is back in their lifes, always there.
A girl sits down in an interogation room. Her hands cuffed. The police officer walks forward, and te back, forward, and back rythimacly. He sits down and gulps down a slurp of coffee, before stinking the girl's nostrils with questions. "So" he exhales slightly with a small cough "What happened? Sweetheart? Can you tell me?" The girl sits down and wrings her hands gently "no...I can't" the man stands and wipes the sweat from his high raised brow. "Alright, then, let's start simple?" he takes a deep breath "what is your name?" the girl pushes her short brown bangs from her eyes "I'm ...Makenzie" the girl cringes back in her seat, just wishing that someone would shoot her, so she wouldn't have to reveal her darkness, of what truly happened. "How old are you Makenzie?" the man leans in, Makenzie can smell the coffee rank on his breath, she leans back trying to escape the noxious fumes. "I'm 12.." the man just nods, pretending to listen, even though he already knows all of her information, he just asks stupid questions "where are you from sweet heart?" she tries to push the chair back, but it's concreted to the floor "I'm from Storm Port, Wisonsin" she nods gently as if confirming her own information. Suddenly another man bursts into the room "Just tell us what happened with your father got it?!" the other man, he's different he's slim and smells like an ash tray, he shrieks with anger at her. "Just tell us how you and your mother ended up like this you little brat!" the other officer, the fatter one, he stands and tries to calm down the slim one "Listen, Jerry...just calm down, she's only a kid. Kay?" Jerry pushes against the fat one "Shut up Kyle! She killed her father, and you know it!" Kyle just nods, and looks to Makenzie, who has bursted into to tears, and is sobbing uncontrollably into her cuffed palms, she mumbles out silent words, the air chilling around, as they learn the true story of what had happened.
~~The Begining~~
"Daddy! Daddy!" Makenzie runs up and hugs a tall man, with rugid shoulders, and jet black hair, he toussles her hair and kisses her forehead, before picking her up and spinning her around in place "How is my little champion?" the man call to his little girl "I'm good Daddy! Mommy and I went all the way to the park, and she let me ride my bike all day!" the small girl cuddles into her father giggling relentlessly. A very atrractive woman calls into the room "Harold? is that you?" the woman drops a soapy dish, and bushes back a moppy head of hair as she runs up and hugs her husband romanticly, they kiss longfully holding hte girl close "Eeeew! Mommy! Let me goooo!" Makenzie struggles to get out, as soon enough she makes it out. The father leave the mother, and retires into the kitchen, the woman has a struggled look of worry upon her face. "Oh...oh no.." the woman says silently under her breath. The little girl looks up at her with longful eyes. "Is...d-daddy?...going to happy world...now?" the bright green eyes of the girl, fill with tears, as the mother rushe sher daughter into the bathroom and hide sher under the cupboard "Don't worry, maybe he's just making us...a. second dinner?" the mother tries to reassure her young girl, but alas it doens't work as the young Makenzie curls up in a ball and plugs her ears at her mother leaves, utterly to her husaband. It's been hours, since Makenzie was lef tunder the cupboard, and it's been all too quiet for her own comfort, Makenzie peeks out of the safety of her mother's "womb" and walks onto the bathroom tile, the bare feet pat against the coldness, her toes curl with anticipation. Her heart pounds a million miles an hour, as she enters the kitchen she sees her father slapping her mother. Over. And over. And over. She runs up and hits her father in the side, the man turns and hits her upside the cheek. It bursts with siring pain, as she falls to the floor. The man tries to drag the woman upstairs, as Makenzie stands and grabs the first thing she can. A radio ontop the countertop, next to the yellow fridge. She picks it up, Harold (her father) soon enough turns as pick up the stereo from her tiny hands, he pelts her in the side with the heavy metal stereo, as Makenzie falls to the floor protecting her fragile frame with her bruised arms, the metal slicing into her skin, like a hot knife into butter. He leaves, with her mother, by the throat into their bedroom. Makenzie wakes up the next morning, she struggles, to breath, to walk. When she finally manages to stand, all she feels all she wants, is a glass of water, her throat is crusting with dry blood, all she needs is one good gulp of water. Althoough petrified with fear of her father, waking up. She trudges to the sink and cracks the faucet only slightly, before sucking the water directly from the faucet itself, placing her cracked lips around the rim, her stomach fills up with the tap water, the metal taste explodes in her mouth. There is a sudden pain in her side, as she falls to floor screaming. "Daddy! Daddy! Help me!" the man runs down stairs and scoops up his daught erin his strong arms, before carrying her to the hospital, her appendix, was inflamed, and she needed surgeory to remove it. The cause, was too much stress. The father stood by the daughter, "explaining" what happened, saying that he and her were only playing just a little bit rough. Soon enough they went home, the mother ran down the stairs, almost tripping over herself, she holds up a knife "You...." tears free flow from her face" You crossed a line! Leave! NOW!" the man lets go of Makenzie's hands as he leaves the house...she doesn't cry, she has seen them do this many times. He beats on them. Mother Cries and tells him to leave. He returns a month...to a year later. Mother Cries and takes him back. "Is he going to be gone....for good?" the mother just nods, and sits down on the last step, looking dazed. The mother returns upstairs once more, to sleep. Makezie picks up a dish rag, and cleans up her blood on the floor. Because no one else will.
~~A Year Later~~
Today, Makenzie is about to finish her last week of 5th grade. She has made friends, and forgotten her father, all the things that had happened between them all. Her mother stands outside with somebody yelling "C'mon Sharon, I'm a new man. You can trust me. Please....baby, just let me home for a few more days" the woman giggles "WEll, Harold you hurt us pritty badly, I mean Makenzie is just getting out of school, you can't be here not now...not here." The man bursts through the door "Princess? You want to see your Daddy right? You remember when we went to the hospital, and I held your hand, and I got you your icecream, please darling, just don't forget us." Makenzie back up, the charm overwhelming her body, her heart. For so long all she's wanted is to hear her Daddy say that he loves her. "I want to see you Daddy, please Mommy just let us be togather!" The woman stands at the door contemplating what to do next. "Honey, I don't know....I mean you remember how he hurt us...." The girl claps her hands togather and pleads with her mother "PLease mommy...he won't he loves us" The man, stands and hugs the mother "Yea, I do." And like that, Harold is back in their lifes, always there.