Monster

By Megan Baker

She lays. Tears streaming down her face. The cold of the tiles against her bare

skin, produce goose-bumps over her beaten body. She can no longer fight. Her body has failed her. Her strength no match against the strength of a monster. Her words seemingly unheard.

So she lays. Eyes shut, desperately trying to send her mind to another place.

Some where warm , soft. Some where free. The sharp pain tares her back to reality. She cries out in agony. Instantly wishing she hadn't, and receives another strike to the face.

She is silent. The pain intolerable. She prays she will be unconscious soon.

But no freedom will be granted. She must endure the wrath of a monster. She can feel the monsters breath on her shoulder. Hot. Sickly.

Again she tries to detach her mind from her body. She thinks about school

tomorrow. About what she will say, to explain her bruise riddled body for she is running out of excuses.

The monster is finished. For now at least. It gets up. She cringes at it kisses her on the cheek. "Night sweet heart" it spits at her. It walks over to the door and waits for a reply." Night dad" she mutters, chocking on every letter.

She is not sweet; it had sucked all the sweetness out of her. She had no heart,

for it had been stolen from her a lifetime ago. She just merely exists. No spirit. Nothing. It had robbed her of it all.

She stands waves of nausea flowing through her, as she looks at her bruised

face in the mirror. Her tears now burning as they run into the cut above her lip. Her salt mattered hair strung lifelessly across her forehead.

The warmth of her bath doesn't sooth. Nothing does. But she is clean now.

Clean of his scent, his sweat, and his excretions. Clean.

She puts on her pyjamas. A baggy, long sleeved shirt and long tracky pants.

Hiding the body she has grown to hate.

Sleep brings momentary peace, freedom. It's all she wants. And in her dreams

it is granted.

Keyword: monster girl sad.

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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-04-02 19:39:36 much as stories like this are necessary - I hate reading them... you did a great job with the message - I would definitely recommend cleaning up the technical stuff. + Report this comment
Posted by Megsie 2008-04-02 19:48:09 .... Hi. thanks for the comment. i read your comment for my other story as well and i'm not sure what you mean by 'technical stuff'. let me no + Report this comment
Posted by thirteen 2008-04-03 00:31:19 .... Bloody sad and it was well told.Agree with Tarhead, get the errors sorted and it will be much better. + Report this comment
Posted by mrphoebs 2008-04-03 09:15:04 Awesome Loved it. + Report this comment
Posted by Xena 2008-04-03 14:02:02 that would suck having the boogeyman as my dad... i wonder who the mother is? + Report this comment
Posted by Megsie 2008-04-03 16:42:04 .... just wanted to say, this is not based on anything true (to me) my dad was wild when he found out i posted it. dads the nicest guy in the world. just wanted to say. + Report this comment
Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-04-03 17:00:48 just so ya know I did not think it was... most victims do not speak of the terror and self loathing. + Report this comment
Posted by Doctor 2008-04-04 02:13:57 .... This is a really good story hope to read more of your work + Report this comment

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