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Chapter I
Alone. Always alone. I sat in the corner with nothing but memories. Alone in the dark, waiting for my time- waiting for the darkness to consume me. The memories play in my mind like a broken record player thats stuck on one part. Everytime I turn my head i see it- that one memory that would never leave. I see it all disappear in a flash but it suddenly returns to haunt me. I covered my ears to avoid the laughter of a man. Yes.. that man. His laughs become louder and louder in my head. I asked for the laughing to go away, but it doesnt. It gets louder with each beat of my heart. And then.. then it appears. Its grim look pierces my heart as it walks towards me. I yelled and scream but nothing came out of my voice. All I heard was that laughter as the figure moved towards me and stretches its arm towards my heart. And then it went black.
I awoke from my nightmare, soaked in cold sweat and gasping for air. I looked around at my room to see if that figure was there and was relieved that there was nothing. I sat on my bed and felt the cold wind on my back. I sighed and stood up and looked at my window towards the sun raising from the cold winter night.
"Get your a** down here Alex!!!" my father yelled from the bottom of the stairs. But i could not move. I felt completely numb and silent. All i heard was the footsteps storming up the stairs and into my room. My father was there, holding a belt, ready to hit me. I began to gain feeling back into my legs and turned around, only to have him punch me into the ground and beat me to near death. I felt the stinging pain but I refused to cry out or show how the pain affected me. I just laid there as my father continued his beatings. I looked towards the doorway and saw my mother standing there, bruises on her face and arms and blood running down between her legs. But there was someone else there. A figure was there holding her down and entering her from behind. He raped her furiously and laughed at her pain as my mother struggled to break free in vain. Her tears and crying were the last thing I heard before I lost conciousness.
"How is he doctor?" "Well he has suffered alot of beating and he's black and blue form the beatings from his father but with a nights rest he will recover.....however i cant say the same thing for his mother...."
I awoke a couple of days later and looked around. The smell of blood, nurses walking around and the sounds of sirens. I was at the hospital. As i sat up on the uncomfortable bed i was in, the memory of my badly beaten and abused mother entered my mind. Where is...my mother?
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