imported_Natia Telcontar
Jun 18th, 2002, 10:30:25 AM
*Natia, asleep in her bed, starts to toss and turn again. It is a normal occurance for her to do, but it has never been this bad.
It is dark out and the sreams in the distance. No, not the distance, it is downstairs. Where am I?? I am home. No, not home, where I spent the first years of my life.
Something drops and breaks. A cup. Full of coffee. Who for?? My Father. Panic, fear. Have to get away before he comes to beat me again.
Screams increase. There are more. Louder. It's light out now. I'm downstairs and those screams are also mine. I'm angry. I want Father to stop. Stop what?? Hurting me?? Living?? Yes, I want him to stop living. I look at him. He starts to choke. I'm not touching him. Yet I feel like I am.
Natia bolts up in her bed in a cold sweat, a quick short scream comes from her, and there is fear in her ice blue eyes which gets there evey night. She carefully gets up out of bed, grabbing her crutches as she does so and hobbles out of her room in only her PJ's. She looks to her Mother's room, trying to decide on whether or not she should wake her up and talk to her about these nightmares she's having. She knows what they are of. A sad smile on her face, and she hobbles over to the door on her Mother's room and knocks, her mind made up*
Mother??
It is dark out and the sreams in the distance. No, not the distance, it is downstairs. Where am I?? I am home. No, not home, where I spent the first years of my life.
Something drops and breaks. A cup. Full of coffee. Who for?? My Father. Panic, fear. Have to get away before he comes to beat me again.
Screams increase. There are more. Louder. It's light out now. I'm downstairs and those screams are also mine. I'm angry. I want Father to stop. Stop what?? Hurting me?? Living?? Yes, I want him to stop living. I look at him. He starts to choke. I'm not touching him. Yet I feel like I am.
Natia bolts up in her bed in a cold sweat, a quick short scream comes from her, and there is fear in her ice blue eyes which gets there evey night. She carefully gets up out of bed, grabbing her crutches as she does so and hobbles out of her room in only her PJ's. She looks to her Mother's room, trying to decide on whether or not she should wake her up and talk to her about these nightmares she's having. She knows what they are of. A sad smile on her face, and she hobbles over to the door on her Mother's room and knocks, her mind made up*
Mother??