So this is a short beginning for a book I was going to write. Haven't really decided whether or not I wish to finish it though...
“Are we there yet?”
My words rang out into the cheerful air, filling the car with as much anxious vibrations a small child of five years of age could muster.
“Abby, I told you three minutes ago that we still had a ways to go. Now, don’t make me make your father turn this car around, and go back home.”
With these words from my mother, I quickly clasped my small hands over my gapping mouth to hold back any remarks I would unconsciously spill out. Instead, I found myself holding myself up in my seat, to get a better view outside the window. Thoughts of how much fun Disney Land would be created images in my mind.
About an hour later, a loud squeal of joy over took me, as large lights flashed ahead, and in the distance I could hear the chimes of many familiar children songs.
“We’re here! We’re here!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t believe that the place, where all children of my age wished to go, was right before me. The air I was breathing was shared be my many role models such as Mickey Mouse, and Donald Duck. My hands balls up into tiny fists, shaking as I brought them to my chest in excitement.
“Mommy! Mommy! We’re here! We’re finally here! Ya..ACK!”
Just in that moment, my excitement, was turned to trembling fear. Upon my leg, my mom’s hand gripped, with long nails that I don’t remember from before, piercing my skin. My big green eyes, were replaced with a saddened look, as the pain filled my body, as I stared at her claws.
“Mommy…it hurts! Mommy please stop! I’ll be quiet!” I whispered, not able to speak any louder. Slowly, my eyes found their way up to my mother’s face. Veins large that normal ran across her neck, leaving it visible the blood pounding within. I shrieked, with I finally took in the whole picture of the fair skin, never blemished, upon her face, now replaced with a greenish tinted flesh, peeling around her mouth, where her usual cheery smile, was replaced with an overly large, stressed, evil expression.
As quickly as I laid eyes on her, my father was just as quick at taking his hand, and turning her head away from view.
Abruptly, I sat up in my bed. Beads of sweat, and tears ran down my face, as I looked across my bed into the mirror placed there, showing the figure of a fifteen year old girl: her normally shiny blonde hair was now ragged, and flat, and her green eyes frightened. I recognized this girl as myself, awakened by the same nightmare I’ve had many times before.
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