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Perfect Stranger
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 Created on 1-22-07
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She listens through the door. She can hear screaming. The screaming is comforting and soothing, it means everyone is alright. It's the silence that really scares her. She dreads the day there will be some after a huge fight. She continued to listen. Finally the front door slammed and she knew it was over for the night. Finally she could get some sleep. She got off her knees and walked softly and slowly to her bed. She got in quiet as a mouse. Covered herself up and closed her eyes. Her bedroom door opened, just as it usually did at this time, a routine check by her mother to see if the night's events did not stir her children awake. Usually the check was over in seconds. Something was strange about this time, her room was flooded with light a lot longer then it usually would have been. Finally the door closed. "Wake up, don't scream, I'm just letting you know your mother has gone out for the night, so no need to worry" this was the voice of her mothers on and off abusive boyfriend. Instead of leaving after giving the information, he stayed for almost the entire night.
She woke up pale and drained. She felt weak and her whole body was aching. She promised herself she would never speak of that night to anyone, she didn't even want to think of it herself. That day she stayed in bed, not bothered by anyone. She no longer felt like herself. She was a new person, someone she didn't like. Instead of hating him, she hated herself even more. Although she could no sleep she still felt like she couldn't move.
Days went by, then weeks, and then slowly months drifted past. She was never the same. She started losing friends, her grades were slipping, she was getting in trouble a lot more and she began to punish herself. All the things that used to matter and seem so important to her once we pathetic and lame, how could she be such a child?
On one day she was sitting there alone by the library picking at the scars she had left herself when someone she had never met before approached her. "Why do you sit here all alone?" his voice was cold but yet satisfying. Usually she would ignore the people trying to get information out of her, but she thought she'd take a chance. She smiled "I used to be happy, I used to have friends, when those things are gone you sit alone." She motioned her hand for him to sit, like a puppy he did as he was told. "Doesn't it bother you at all?" he asked. It took her awhile to think of the perfect answer, she did not want to tell him the truth for the truth scared her still. Finally she found something to say "things change no matter how hard we try to pull back. Things also die, who do you thinks going first me or you?" She thought this would stun the mystery stranger that found his way to her but instead he took her hand gently and said "we could go together."
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