Dread

Dread

The cold twisting feeling of dread

The thing that could destroy any person

 

It was all that the little girl ,wrapped in unfamiliar blankets, possessing nothing ,felt. Her name was Roxie. The evening was quiet, but inside she was screaming. Everyone in her room slept comfortably, but she shook anxious. The events repeating in her head over and over again. Her mother… Ivy… .

 

It started with yelling, cursing,screaming ,degrading.

From a single source,her mother. 

The beatings, and scoldings.

Each time the hand made contact with her skin

Smack 

It burned,screamed

Each hit felt like a twist in the knife stuck in her heart

Her body ached,shook

Roxie could hardly stand

Each feeble attempt to drag herself on the floor away onl struck pain throughout her body

All because of curiosity and trust

She’d never trust again

 

A knife raised

The sharp point gleaming

Smiling at the hunched over the girl

The girl trembling and sobbing

The girl betrayed by her own…

No, it was not her mother. 

 

The knife became an extension

An extension of whatever stood before her.

She refused to belive it was her mother

This was a monster.

A shot suddenly ringing in her ears...

The figure before her clutching her shoulder in pain

Eyes crazed

The way the figure snapped her head turning around

She could see her cousin, Ivy ,shaking, holding it

But then…

Well how can a 9 year old stand against a 30 year old

 

The figure now held it

And another shot rang through the air. 

Air that suddenly felt cold

And smelt of blood

Ivy fell

All because she was protecting trying to protect the girl.

Love makes you do things like that.

 

She rushed over to her cousin.

A pathetic rushing, a stagger dragging.

Roxie screamed

Ivy, Ivy Ivy!

She held the limp body sobbing.

She shook her trying

Desperate

Hoping it’d bring her cousins back 

but the cousin never moved.

 

More Crying

More beatings.

Another gun pointed at her… possibly

One last smile from the figure as for reasons unknown threw the gun on the ground.

A confusing act

But there was slight relief 

And then….

Pain and Darkness

 

The girl found herself in pain in a dumpster. The rotten smells filled her noise. The lid opened,and a young face appeared. He may have said something, but Roxie didn’t pay much attention. She was passive. Eventually she was placed in a foster home. “I’m sure your mom will come find you.” they said. Her mother was nowhere to be found, or the monster, or her beloved cousin. The girl was smart though. She knew the truth, despite how much it hurt. The monster was her mother who abandoned her. Her cousin, her best friend was dead. Ivy was gone. She possesses nothing,but what was on her. The clothes were torn, so they were dumped when she was given a new pair. There was no shoes, the girl was barefoot. The only thing she had was an amethyst necklace, received on her birthday, from Ivy. It was the only thing left to treasure. That necklace would be all that was there for her. Of course, that night she felt nothing, but dread of the future,being alone and the grief.

 

Dread

Silent sobbing, dread

The cold twisted feeling of dread

Capable of destroying anyone it touched

Capable of changing anyone it touched 

Just like it did the girl.

Tearful eyed became cold.

Making her cold

Bitter 

Pessimistic

Refusing to ever love again.

Because of the fear

The dread of feeling the way she did that night