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The Blazing DawnThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by jake | |
| Monday, 04 August 2008 | |
This story is loosely based on actual events in my life, about my disturbed stepbrother, these events have some truth to them, some are dramatized, some are told exactly as they happened. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Michelle was a woman in her mid-thirties, with long red hair. She had married a man named Allen, who had two smal boys, one was six, one was five. She had a son of her own named Jake, who was the middle child, but only by a few months. Jake was in school, as was Matthew,the Eldest. Zachary was however in day care, one which was run by a church. she folded the clothes neatly, pressing them so that they remained unwrinkled. ashe put them into the boys droors neatly, carefully avoiding making them creased. She washed the dishes in the sink, and sat down for a small break, turning on the T.V. At the table beside the couch her eyes fell upon a letter from a doctor in birmingham. she wanted so dearly to discard it, but she knew it was important. she ripped the letter open, and skimmed its contents. Something along its pages caught her eye, so she slowed her pace, and her eyes took in what they were reading. Her mind raced as she read, her mind skipped to revalations in the bible, images filled her mind of the anti-christ. She imagined a world torn apart, a world paved by the blood of man, a sky in flames, and she could picture the cold laugh of a child, she could feel the intensity of his eyes, the mocking smile, she could see the freckles, the gapped teeth, the blond hair... The phone rang, and she nearly jumped. she looked at it, relieved, a distraction from her thoughts. "Hello," she said. "Is this Michelle?" "This is her." "I-I dont mean to bother you ma'am, but your son is displaying horrible behavior... he is yelling, spitting, he is trying to torture the other kids..."
"Torture, what do you mean?" she asked, holding her breath. "I'll be there..." She was quick to arrive at the daycare, awich was a small home turned business, surrounded by a wire fence. Kicking and struggling in one of the employees arms, was a blond haired, freckled Zachary. Michelle walked up to the fence. "Where do i sign him out at?" The woman did not answer, only hoisted Zachary over the fence, and hurried back inside. Michelle strapped Zachary in the car. "Why?" she asked as they drove down the road, trees making the shadows dance across the ground. "i dont know..." he answered, there was a smidge of regret in his voice. "Why do you do it when you know you'll get in trouble..." "I just do, i feel like i cant help it, i want to be good , but i feel like i can't..." Michelle pulled over. she laid her head on the steering wheel, and tears streamed down her fair face. Tears sparkled in Zachary's eyes as well.
Copyright 2008 jake |
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