I wasn't quite sure where to put this post. You see this story is based very closely on true events, however because it is written in the third person, it almost appears 'story like', and it didn't quite seem to fit into the non-fiction forum under auto biographies or the like.
Other than a quick poem that I got mixed reactions about, this is my first decent post so I am very much only learning. I hope that you like it!
Jessica tried to curl up tighter underneath the blankets. She covered her ears to try and drown out the raised voices that were coming from the other room. As she lay there sobbing, tears streamed from her beautiful big brown eyes. Her brown hair lay wet and lifeless across her shoulders. She was shaking, and her body was tense with fear. Even her breathing was controlled in small tight inhalations. It felt as though she had been frozen like this for an eternity now. Horror gripped her from head to toe.
Jessica’s bladder was ready to burst but the journey from her room to the toilet was just too treacherous and dangerous to even contemplate. So she lay there praying with all her might that just this once, she would be able to hold off until the morning. She prayed once again she would not have to sleep the night in a cold wet pool of her own urine. She prayed that tomorrow she wouldn't smell of that familiar ‘rat’ odor, that the kids would not tease her, if only for a day.
“Get up right now! If I have to get up then so do you. Now move it!” her mothers voice bellowed, startling little Jess from her deep slumber. The usual daily rituals had officially begun.
Jessica rubbed her eyes and looked around the room that she shared with her younger sister Natalie. The bunks moved and squeaked as Natalie stirred on the bed above. Dust fell lightly onto Jessica as she climbed from the bottom bunk and placed her bare feet onto the dirty, dusty carpet below. Jessica’s young hands quickly struggled with the awkward bunk bed in order to remove her saturated sheets from the equally moist tattered mattress beneath.
Little Jess pushed her hair from her eyes and made her way into the tiny, filthy, kitchen. Her eldest sister Daphne had just finished putting some sandwiches into her school bag and was heading into the lounge in order to have her hair put up in ribbons by their mother. The bread lay out on the bench amongst leaflets, old unused containers and other miscellaneous items. Jessica pulled the Vegemite from the nearby cupboard and preceded the best that her little seven year old hands could manage to make her daily Vegemite sandwich. How she longed to have the luncheon sandwiches, the fruit, the biscuits, so lovingly wrapped, that she saw her fellow classmates complaining about. Jessica couldn't understand for the life of her what on earth these kids had to moan about, as far as she could tell their lunchboxes looked exciting and she couldn't even begin to imagine wanting for anything more.
Out in the lounge Jessica’s mother sat straddling Daphne. With a cigarette in one hand she pulled Daphne’s hair back tightly into a little pig tail that shot out from the top of her head like some kind of rocket that was about to launch. Then it was Jessica’s turn. Her mother beckoned her to go and sit in the small triangular space in front of her which Jessica did without question. The stale cigarette odor from her mother drifted forward readily. She could feel her mother’s large breasts and swollen belly resting against her small back. Jess cringed at the feeling, and at the odor. She sat still and rigid, occasionally flying back towards her mother with the force of the small comb running through her knotted hair. Pain intermittently shot through her head as her mother roughly attempted to remove each little knot without an ounce of compassion or empathy. Jessica began to whimper ever so quietly, yet obviously not quietly enough. Her mother threw down the comb and promptly slapped Jessica’s young cheek.
“Sit bloody still you little bitch! Stop your whimpering!” came her mothers muffled command, shooting forth from the sides of her mouth, angrily making its way around the cigarette limply perched in the center of her lips.
The tears flowed freely now. Jessica couldn't hold back. Her mother suddenly pushed her forward taking her cigarette from her mouth at the same time with the opposite hand, and in doing so accidentally smeared the cigarette into Jessica’s otherwise beautiful, young, olive, untarnished skin.
“Fine", she triumphed. "Have it your way then. Go to school with your hair half done”.
Jessica clutched at her burning arm, now marred by a little round black ring, but she knew better than to say anything. Slowly she walked outside with her bag slung across her left shoulder to where Daphne was already waiting. Both girls walked in silence, their heads hung low, and their young shoulders slumped over as though they were years older than what they actually were.
Outside, Jess motioned for her sister to wait. She slowly climbed the wonky, concrete steps towards the kennel at the top of the hill. True to her usual good form, Princess clambered out towards Jess wagging her tail rapidly. Momentarily Jess lent down and tightly wrapped her arms around the Shepherd’s neck. Once again the tears began to flow, gently falling onto Princess’s black and tan coat.
“I love you,” Jess whispered before heading off to join her sister who ignoring Jess’s request was already part way up the long stony, steep drive way.