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Tragedy
 Created on 8-17-07
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Lost, Lonely, and Betrayed
Chapter 1
“October 1, 2001:
Dear Diary,
Today Father has not come home. Mom got angry and blamed it on me. She told me everything was my fault and I make everyone’s life a horrible mess. She always says things like this to me. Is everything always my fault? Am I really that bad? Well one thing’s for sure, it’s always good to get away sometimes. Away from the hate. Away from Mom and Dad.”
As I lay down my diary beside my bed, I thought of all the things that Mother has told me. She yells at me a lot. Whenever Dad is home, which is hardly ever, he yells at me too. They have beaten me before. For no reason whatsoever. When I think of these things, tears start to quietly slip across my rosy cheeks.
I stand up from my bed and make my way towards the door. I quietly press my head against the door to listen. Apparently, Dad has come home. There is a lot of yelling going on.
“And just where have you been?” Mom asks impatiently.
“I was working! So sorry if I needed to work so I can support my family and keep this house!” Dad angrily shouted.
I press my ear closer so I can hear more clearly.
“You look drunk, Carver! Don’t give me that ‘I was working’ crap! I know you just got back from the bar. Why do you insist on lying so much?”
“I think the real question is: why are you always on my case? Can’t a guy just do one thing without his wife jumping on his back and interrogating his every move?”
“No, Carver, they can’t. Wives can’t trust their husbands because who knows what they’ll do behind our backs?”
I think I hear heavy foot steps coming up the stairs. I’m not sure if I should keep listening or if I should just do something else.
“I should probably watch TV or do something else so that I don’t get myself into big trouble.” I whispered quietly to myself. I was about to turn away as I hear my name mentioned. I put my head against the door again.
“Sarah never has anyone to talk to nowadays. You’re never home and I’m always busy. That’s probably why she acts so weird. Nobody likes her!” Mom angrily accused.
“Hold on…” Dad insisted,” I think I hear heavy breathing.” Uh-oh. Before I knew it, the door to my bedroom swung open and I had fallen to the ground.
I look up because I’ve tripped right between Mom and Dad. I see their faces; they are red and very angry. I hurry as fast as I can to get myself up, but my father grabs me tightly by my arms and jerks me up straight.
“What were you doing listening to our conversation?” Dad shouted.
“Uh…I’m-um-I was-uh-um-nothing…”I stuttered. I’m very frightened now to see what they’re going to do to me.
“It seems like you were being your normal, nosy self! Why are you always minding other people’s business? Is your life just so boring that you have to get wrapped up in everyone else’s lives? GOD! Nothing can satisfy you, you stubborn, hard-headed, nosy, bratty, good-for-nothing, child!”
By this time, tears have made their way down my face and dripping off of my chin. I’m scared to death what is happening next…
“You know what you deserve, Sarah?” Mom angrily asked.
“W-What?”I responded trying my hardest not to burst into tears.
“This!!” Before I knew it, a hand went across my face, jerking my whole body to the ground once more. I didn’t have any strength left in me, so I just laid there on the floor crying. Mom and Dad have left me on the hard floor alone and drove off in the car.
I’m laying there motionless, but I’ve stopped crying so hard; my face still red as a tomato. I’ve tried so many times to get up, but it’s never worked. I’m still pushing my self as hard as I can.
“I’ve-got-to-get-up!” I panted to myself, “If I get up, I-can-leave…!” About 3 minutes later, I’ve gotten up and headed downstairs, rubbing my face.
It stings so badly; why did they need to hit me? They hit me all the time! When will the pain and suffering end? As I reach for the notebook and pen, I start to think.
“If I leave a note saying I’m running away, then they’ll find me and have more excuses to beat me more. If I don’t leave a note, I’ll be safe from them forever…” So I just head up to my room and skim through all of my things, trying to find a case or bag to put my clothes in and some clothes to take with me. Finally, I come across a back pack and a couple of old outfits in it.
I was in so much of a hurry to leave before someone got came back, I almost forgot my diary. Luckily, I never forget to take it with me, so I hurried to my dresser and stuffed it in my bag. I rushed down the stairs and threw the backpack over my shoulders and slammed the door behind me.
Chapter 1
“October 1, 2001:
Dear Diary,
Today Father has not come home. Mom got angry and blamed it on me. She told me everything was my fault and I make everyone’s life a horrible mess. She always says things like this to me. Is everything always my fault? Am I really that bad? Well one thing’s for sure, it’s always good to get away sometimes. Away from the hate. Away from Mom and Dad.”
As I lay down my diary beside my bed, I thought of all the things that Mother has told me. She yells at me a lot. Whenever Dad is home, which is hardly ever, he yells at me too. They have beaten me before. For no reason whatsoever. When I think of these things, tears start to quietly slip across my rosy cheeks.
I stand up from my bed and make my way towards the door. I quietly press my head against the door to listen. Apparently, Dad has come home. There is a lot of yelling going on.
“And just where have you been?” Mom asks impatiently.
“I was working! So sorry if I needed to work so I can support my family and keep this house!” Dad angrily shouted.
I press my ear closer so I can hear more clearly.
“You look drunk, Carver! Don’t give me that ‘I was working’ crap! I know you just got back from the bar. Why do you insist on lying so much?”
“I think the real question is: why are you always on my case? Can’t a guy just do one thing without his wife jumping on his back and interrogating his every move?”
“No, Carver, they can’t. Wives can’t trust their husbands because who knows what they’ll do behind our backs?”
I think I hear heavy foot steps coming up the stairs. I’m not sure if I should keep listening or if I should just do something else.
“I should probably watch TV or do something else so that I don’t get myself into big trouble.” I whispered quietly to myself. I was about to turn away as I hear my name mentioned. I put my head against the door again.
“Sarah never has anyone to talk to nowadays. You’re never home and I’m always busy. That’s probably why she acts so weird. Nobody likes her!” Mom angrily accused.
“Hold on…” Dad insisted,” I think I hear heavy breathing.” Uh-oh. Before I knew it, the door to my bedroom swung open and I had fallen to the ground.
I look up because I’ve tripped right between Mom and Dad. I see their faces; they are red and very angry. I hurry as fast as I can to get myself up, but my father grabs me tightly by my arms and jerks me up straight.
“What were you doing listening to our conversation?” Dad shouted.
“Uh…I’m-um-I was-uh-um-nothing…”I stuttered. I’m very frightened now to see what they’re going to do to me.
“It seems like you were being your normal, nosy self! Why are you always minding other people’s business? Is your life just so boring that you have to get wrapped up in everyone else’s lives? GOD! Nothing can satisfy you, you stubborn, hard-headed, nosy, bratty, good-for-nothing, child!”
By this time, tears have made their way down my face and dripping off of my chin. I’m scared to death what is happening next…
“You know what you deserve, Sarah?” Mom angrily asked.
“W-What?”I responded trying my hardest not to burst into tears.
“This!!” Before I knew it, a hand went across my face, jerking my whole body to the ground once more. I didn’t have any strength left in me, so I just laid there on the floor crying. Mom and Dad have left me on the hard floor alone and drove off in the car.
I’m laying there motionless, but I’ve stopped crying so hard; my face still red as a tomato. I’ve tried so many times to get up, but it’s never worked. I’m still pushing my self as hard as I can.
“I’ve-got-to-get-up!” I panted to myself, “If I get up, I-can-leave…!” About 3 minutes later, I’ve gotten up and headed downstairs, rubbing my face.
It stings so badly; why did they need to hit me? They hit me all the time! When will the pain and suffering end? As I reach for the notebook and pen, I start to think.
“If I leave a note saying I’m running away, then they’ll find me and have more excuses to beat me more. If I don’t leave a note, I’ll be safe from them forever…” So I just head up to my room and skim through all of my things, trying to find a case or bag to put my clothes in and some clothes to take with me. Finally, I come across a back pack and a couple of old outfits in it.
I was in so much of a hurry to leave before someone got came back, I almost forgot my diary. Luckily, I never forget to take it with me, so I hurried to my dresser and stuffed it in my bag. I rushed down the stairs and threw the backpack over my shoulders and slammed the door behind me.
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awwww...i feel bad for her, but i really like this! |
