Post by Sarah Forester on Jul 26, 2006 12:19:30 GMT -5
Sarah walked slowly, unevenly into the park. She wore long baggy clothes to cover the bruises that could easily be found all over her tortured body. She had been locked down in the basement, living with the abuse by her father for two days. She was relieved when he finally let her go. He had told her to stay in the house, but she was too afraid to. She wanted to be in an area with people, lots of people. There was no telling whether her father would chastise her in public or not, but she would rather take that chace. That way there would be witnesses and someone would be bound to call the police. Sarah would herself, but she knew better. She knew that the abuse she had to suffer through at least once or twice a week would get worse and more frequent if she went to the authorities.
The day had turned dark as night rolled around. But Sarah did not turn home just yet. She wanted to take advantage of the freedom she had while she could. It may not be much, but it was something. She wanted to get back to work but her boss had finally told her to go home, almost literally kicking her out of the building, saying she worked way to much and neded a break. He was tired of seeing her there all the time and told her not to come back for at least three days. She needed a break. But the thing was, she didn't want one.
Sarah wandered cautiously through the warm night, disturbed only by a gentle breeze that sent a chill through her body. No matter how beautiful the night was, Sarah would always see it as a burden on herself. Knowing she could never enjoy it without fear. Her whole life was fear.
She tightened the blanket around her, drawing the warmth closer. No matter how hot or humid it was, she was cold. She was always cold and shaking, it was never different.
Sarah looked over her shoulder to see if anyone had followed her before sitting down on a bench that was completely enveloped in the shadows of the night. Maybe if she stayed there all night she could figure out a way to free herself. To get out of her fathers house before she was eighteen and legally an adult.
Her legs curled up in front of her on the bench, causing her to whimper in pain as she stretched out. She hadn't slept well since her mother's death. The only times were when she had been unconsious from when her father had beaten her so hard she gave up. She began to shed silent frightened tears as she watched the light from the streelamp shine down on a stray cat across the park.
The day had turned dark as night rolled around. But Sarah did not turn home just yet. She wanted to take advantage of the freedom she had while she could. It may not be much, but it was something. She wanted to get back to work but her boss had finally told her to go home, almost literally kicking her out of the building, saying she worked way to much and neded a break. He was tired of seeing her there all the time and told her not to come back for at least three days. She needed a break. But the thing was, she didn't want one.
Sarah wandered cautiously through the warm night, disturbed only by a gentle breeze that sent a chill through her body. No matter how beautiful the night was, Sarah would always see it as a burden on herself. Knowing she could never enjoy it without fear. Her whole life was fear.
She tightened the blanket around her, drawing the warmth closer. No matter how hot or humid it was, she was cold. She was always cold and shaking, it was never different.
Sarah looked over her shoulder to see if anyone had followed her before sitting down on a bench that was completely enveloped in the shadows of the night. Maybe if she stayed there all night she could figure out a way to free herself. To get out of her fathers house before she was eighteen and legally an adult.
Her legs curled up in front of her on the bench, causing her to whimper in pain as she stretched out. She hadn't slept well since her mother's death. The only times were when she had been unconsious from when her father had beaten her so hard she gave up. She began to shed silent frightened tears as she watched the light from the streelamp shine down on a stray cat across the park.
