Post by MadHatter :D on Nov 15, 2009 3:00:09 GMT -5
I was in a dark room. Gagged, tied up so I was curled up into a ball, the whole thing. Numbness. I didn’t feel it anymore when he hit me. Oh, I’m sure I felt some of it. Maybe some stinging. I could hear a woman singing All the Pretty Horses. No, not just a woman. My ‘mother’. See, she’s not my mother. He has her brainwashed into believing I’m her daughter. He’s brainwashed himself into believing I’m his daughter, too. But I’m not.
I’m Leandra Kimberlyn Paisley Robert Black’s daughter. She’s my mother. And I’m Darren Enrique Samuel Clarke’s daughter. He’s my dad. I miss them… so, so much. I didn’t understand why I had been taken.
Mom calls it being abducted, or kidnapped, when a kid gets taken. I didn’t get it at first, when she told me about it. When she told me to never talk to strangers.
I should’ve listened to her. I should have. But I didn’t. He used the age-old trick of candy. I love candy. He promised me lots and lots of sweets if I got into his van.
I haven’t eaten in two days. And I miss Sam, and Momma and Daddy. And Jack.
He picked me up by my shirt collar, pulling me so close I could smell his rotten breath. Lips pressed against my forehead, and I was thrown back against the wall. I cried out, though just barely. She stopped singing, and went over to the man. She begged him to stop hurting me. ‘Thank you…’ I thought tiredly. I just wanted to fall asleep to the smell of Momma’s manicotti, and the sounds of Sammy playing piano and Daddy talking to Prop and…and…
Sam… A small tear worked its way down my cheek where it was absorbed by the cloth gag in my mouth. I missed him so much. We’d had an argument before I was taken, and the last thing I said to him was…was…
I was overwhelmed with emotions, and I just wanted to sleep…
“Lexie, you’re being stupid! I told you before; Edgar Allen Poe was a genius! He’s one of the world’s most renowned writers!” Sam’s voice. Angry, hurt.
“Samuel, don’t you dare call me stupid! Mr. Poe was crazy and he wrote depressing things. I don’t think he deserves to be such a highly praised writer since even I could write something about an insane murderer!” My voice. Hurt, sad.
“Why don’t you read something other than the Tell-Tale Heart? You might enjoy some of his other work! Why can’t you stop...stop...” He paused, trying to come up with the right words.
“Stop what? Having an opinion? Not agreeing with your opinion?” I was mad now, real mad.
“No! Stop being…stop being such a stubborn, mean, annoying, arrogant brat!” Ouch. That stung.
“Ugh! Why don’t you stop being such a show-off, know-it-all, unfair jerk?!” I glared at him.
“Incompetent, no-good rapscallion!”
“…Why can’t you just...just leave me alone?” Tears now, because he had hurt me.
“I would if I could! Why can’t you just…go somewhere else? Anywhere but here! You could go to Antarctica for all I care!”
…Maybe I would go somewhere else. My voice calm, I looked Sam dead in the eye. “I wish you’d never been born, Sam. I wish Mom never ever got pregnant with you!” I turned then, going outside. A man in a white van pulled up when I had gotten halfway to the park.
I woke up, my sobbing muffled by the gag.
I’m Leandra Kimberlyn Paisley Robert Black’s daughter. She’s my mother. And I’m Darren Enrique Samuel Clarke’s daughter. He’s my dad. I miss them… so, so much. I didn’t understand why I had been taken.
Mom calls it being abducted, or kidnapped, when a kid gets taken. I didn’t get it at first, when she told me about it. When she told me to never talk to strangers.
I should’ve listened to her. I should have. But I didn’t. He used the age-old trick of candy. I love candy. He promised me lots and lots of sweets if I got into his van.
I haven’t eaten in two days. And I miss Sam, and Momma and Daddy. And Jack.
He picked me up by my shirt collar, pulling me so close I could smell his rotten breath. Lips pressed against my forehead, and I was thrown back against the wall. I cried out, though just barely. She stopped singing, and went over to the man. She begged him to stop hurting me. ‘Thank you…’ I thought tiredly. I just wanted to fall asleep to the smell of Momma’s manicotti, and the sounds of Sammy playing piano and Daddy talking to Prop and…and…
Sam… A small tear worked its way down my cheek where it was absorbed by the cloth gag in my mouth. I missed him so much. We’d had an argument before I was taken, and the last thing I said to him was…was…
I was overwhelmed with emotions, and I just wanted to sleep…
“Lexie, you’re being stupid! I told you before; Edgar Allen Poe was a genius! He’s one of the world’s most renowned writers!” Sam’s voice. Angry, hurt.
“Samuel, don’t you dare call me stupid! Mr. Poe was crazy and he wrote depressing things. I don’t think he deserves to be such a highly praised writer since even I could write something about an insane murderer!” My voice. Hurt, sad.
“Why don’t you read something other than the Tell-Tale Heart? You might enjoy some of his other work! Why can’t you stop...stop...” He paused, trying to come up with the right words.
“Stop what? Having an opinion? Not agreeing with your opinion?” I was mad now, real mad.
“No! Stop being…stop being such a stubborn, mean, annoying, arrogant brat!” Ouch. That stung.
“Ugh! Why don’t you stop being such a show-off, know-it-all, unfair jerk?!” I glared at him.
“Incompetent, no-good rapscallion!”
“…Why can’t you just...just leave me alone?” Tears now, because he had hurt me.
“I would if I could! Why can’t you just…go somewhere else? Anywhere but here! You could go to Antarctica for all I care!”
…Maybe I would go somewhere else. My voice calm, I looked Sam dead in the eye. “I wish you’d never been born, Sam. I wish Mom never ever got pregnant with you!” I turned then, going outside. A man in a white van pulled up when I had gotten halfway to the park.
I woke up, my sobbing muffled by the gag.