Post by kirajadeforesyth on Jan 26, 2013 12:27:07 GMT -5
Shaggy,brown hair glinted in the sun as his muddy brown eyes showed a strange love towards my sister. He stepped forward and hugged her quite close for only a moment.
Once this was done, he put up his right hand and brang it forward towards her as he asked," Is this okay?"
He tried to touch her small bump, destined to be a breast later on in life. All she did was look slightly at me with uncomfortable filled hazel eyes as her skinny, stick-like figure shivered while his left hand decided to touch her long blonde hair towards his nose. Letting go and stopping touching her, he turned towards me and hugged me for what seemed like hours, but were only minutes longer than my sister`s.
Once I knew the hug was finished ,he didn't let go of me. Instead he moved his right hand up slowly, enjoying, exploring the curves of my sides then ended the unnerving, unwanted touch by gripping my shoulder. He then put it in a painful grip, slowly, pushing, breaking it.
I quickly screamed," Let go of me!"
Yet he never did, his eyes simply bored soullessly into mine as I screamed, yet his soulless eyes had an even stranger love than before. He then let go once the sound of cracking echoed and moved his left hand upwards once again, doing the same unwanted touch as before and stopping at the unbroken shoulder. By this time, I was in tears, in utter pain that seemed to attack me on two fronts, emotionally and physically.
Unlike the last shoulder, her gripped it hard,breaking it faster as I screamed yet again," Stop,let go!"
Another crack resounded and he let go. Now that I look back, it was as if he was breaking my wings, my spirit; all that made me myself. At the end of this experience I looked at my sister in pain and him, they both had a soulless look to them, yet my sister had a fear, so dark, so disturbing, but even with that known.
I quickly woke up, in another place, another time, farther away from him than I was before. I awoke with utter fear and looked around the darkened, bland white hotel room as my shoulders pounded and ached horribly as if what I saw before I awoke truly did happen.
But someone that cannot see you, someone that is an outcast, unwanted family member, can they hurt you like that even if you know, for certain, what you saw never truly happened. My thoughts rationalized.Yet it was so real, I could feel the effects of what I saw.
I know it was my father.
So surreal, yet strangely realistic.
So could it of actually happened?
Once this was done, he put up his right hand and brang it forward towards her as he asked," Is this okay?"
He tried to touch her small bump, destined to be a breast later on in life. All she did was look slightly at me with uncomfortable filled hazel eyes as her skinny, stick-like figure shivered while his left hand decided to touch her long blonde hair towards his nose. Letting go and stopping touching her, he turned towards me and hugged me for what seemed like hours, but were only minutes longer than my sister`s.
Once I knew the hug was finished ,he didn't let go of me. Instead he moved his right hand up slowly, enjoying, exploring the curves of my sides then ended the unnerving, unwanted touch by gripping my shoulder. He then put it in a painful grip, slowly, pushing, breaking it.
I quickly screamed," Let go of me!"
Yet he never did, his eyes simply bored soullessly into mine as I screamed, yet his soulless eyes had an even stranger love than before. He then let go once the sound of cracking echoed and moved his left hand upwards once again, doing the same unwanted touch as before and stopping at the unbroken shoulder. By this time, I was in tears, in utter pain that seemed to attack me on two fronts, emotionally and physically.
Unlike the last shoulder, her gripped it hard,breaking it faster as I screamed yet again," Stop,let go!"
Another crack resounded and he let go. Now that I look back, it was as if he was breaking my wings, my spirit; all that made me myself. At the end of this experience I looked at my sister in pain and him, they both had a soulless look to them, yet my sister had a fear, so dark, so disturbing, but even with that known.
I quickly woke up, in another place, another time, farther away from him than I was before. I awoke with utter fear and looked around the darkened, bland white hotel room as my shoulders pounded and ached horribly as if what I saw before I awoke truly did happen.
But someone that cannot see you, someone that is an outcast, unwanted family member, can they hurt you like that even if you know, for certain, what you saw never truly happened. My thoughts rationalized.Yet it was so real, I could feel the effects of what I saw.
I know it was my father.
So surreal, yet strangely realistic.
So could it of actually happened?
