This is the first prose thing I have done in a while. Please, tear this apart like wild animals over a dead carcass. I need some help with this. Also, is PG a good rating for this? I wasn't sure.
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“Mom would never make me do this!”
“That’s stupid. Go back to your room young lady, and I don’t want to hear anything else from you!”
I walked back to my room and opened the door.
“And I don’t want to see you again!” Aunt Jessica yelled.
I entered my undersized room and shut the door. Tears were rolling off my face.
“Sissy?” Ella asked. Ella was my younger sister of eight years with golden blonde hair and a small, petite body. I said nothing and pulled her into a hug.
“Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be alright,” I whispered, more to myself than her. “Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay.”
“Did Auntie Jessica hit you again?” Ella asked, pulling away from my embrace. I smiled weakly, and brushed her hair out of her troubled blue eyes.
“She did hit you again,” Ella said, sounding sure this time.
“Yes,” I sobbed. And she is never going to stop hurting me. She hates me.
The door was suddenly burst open by my uncle, who looked deathly pale. “How dare you girl! How dare you!! I can’t believe you! You….” He brought his fist up to punch me as I prepared for the pain.
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“No!” I screamed, sitting up from my bed.
“Mya?” Chris sat up too, waking up from my scream. “Did you have another nightmare?” he asked, his eyes full of the same compassion he gave me every day. Every day, I always wondered why this boy would like me. His tall muscular body that looked fit for an older man, not an eighteen year old, and his amazing blue eyes made my legs turn to jelly. What did he see in me? I was just a sixteen year old girl with plain brown hair and green eyes that had no future or cause.
“Yes,” I whimpered, the tears starting to roll down my face. He said nothing and pulled me into a hug.
“Wait,” I pulled away and wiped away my tears. “You fell asleep on my bed last night?”
“I guess I fell asleep,” Chris said. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay,” I said, falling back into his strong arms. But only for a minute.
“Mya Elizabeth Brown!” I could hear my uncle yell from downstairs. “Get down here at once!”
“No, I won’t let you,” Chris said, his eyes wild. “He’ll just hurt you more.”
“No, I’ll see you later. You better get to work down at the farm.” I tried smiling at him and walked out of the room. I quietly closed the door, leaving Chris sitting on my bed.
I walked downstairs quietly. Uncle Edward was in the Kitchen, sitting down at the table reading the local newspaper, The Daily News, 1922. The tea pot was on the stove, steaming.
“So I heard you made your Aunt Jessica mad at you again yesterday” he said, not looking up from his newspaper.
“Yes sir,” I said nervously.
He put down his newspaper and glared at me. “And how many times have I told you not to do that?”
“Many times, sir.”
He stood up and walked towards me. “Then why do you keep on doing it?” He asked me, his face so close to mine that my nose was almost touching his.
I gulped. “I don’t know,” I muttered weakly.
“What do you mean I don’t know?” He yelled, making contact to my face with his fist. “You better be happy that we even took you in! My no good brother Jasper decided to die and we willingly took you and your sister to take care of!” He hit me over and over again as he ranted on.
“Please, stop it!” I cried out as he kept pounding me. I was too weak to fight back - too weak to even try.
“You listen to me.” He grabbed the collar of my dress. “If you to one more thing, you will regret it. Do you understand?”
I nodded, even though it hurt. I was going to be black and blue when I woke up tomorrow.
“Do you understand?” he growled.
“Yes sir,” I muttered weakly. He pushed me away and went back to the table. I scrambled up the steps and started preparing myself for the rest of the day.
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“What did mom look like?” Ella asked me, under the blankets of our bed, the moonlight shining on her face.
“She was real pretty and all the other women in town were jealous of her,” I told my sister. “And all the men fancied her.”
“Did dad?” she asked.
“Of course! He loved her so much, that he went out and bought her one of the most expensive rings for their engagement, even though he didn’t have much money at the time.”
“Wow,” she said, closing her eyes.
“Now you need to get some sleep. Every girl needs her beauty sleep.” I said, inching away from the bed.
“Night sissy,” she said, smiling as her thoughts slowly turned to dreams. I smiled as well as I shut the door to her room.
I walked out of the back door and into the dark night. The stars twinkled high up in the heavens and my hair danced with the cool breeze. This was the most peace I could get. This was where I could think freely.
What are you talking about girl? You better get inside! You don’t want to get caught!
I could hear my Aunt’s voice nagging me inside my head. I tried not listening, but it didn’t give up.
Think how much Uncle Edward would hurt you more. Think about how many more bruises and pains you would get.
“Shut up!” I whispered, not loud enough to disturb anything. I was tired of the voices.
I started running far away from the house. I didn’t care where, just away from that house.
I finally stopped at an old barn. I opened the old rotted door and stepped inside. It was filled with all sorts of tools.
Mya.
I stopped for a second. It wasn’t Aunt Jessica’s voice; it was Ella’s voice.
I know what you are thinking about.
“No you don’t,” I whispered into the blackness. “No you don’t.”
You’re thinking about killing yourself Mya.
I fell to my knees, saying nothing. My tears were at the verge of breaking the dam I had created.
Mya, think what would happen if you did kill yourself.
“My life would be over!” I yelled out. “I wouldn’t be in pain anymore! I wouldn’t be living my life in fear of being abused!”
But think how Chris would feel. Think about how I would feel.
“But how about me? I would be suffering! What about me!?!”
Think how mom or dad would have thought. They would have been devastated.
“But what about me!?” I howled. “See! No one cares about me! No one!” I grabbed a knife from the nearest shelf and held it at my chest. “No one cares about me. No one thinks about me.”
Mya, please, no. Don’t do it. That’s just giving up.
“It’s better than living the way I am now.”
The voice stayed silent now as I smiled to myself. “Victory over the voices.” I whispered. I took in a deep breath as I steadied the knife.
“And victory over everything else is about to happen.”
I plunged the knife in my chest and then it went black.
