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Magguie · 31-35, F
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"Mommy Mommy. Can I play some more?" An innocent and angelic like face pleading with an adult, her mother, to play more. Isn't that what every child wants? To play endlessly? To children the world is so perfect, and they can't quite understand why adults tend to complicate it so badly. Questions such as: Why is dad coming home late? What is money for? Why do we have to die? What happens when we die? Those and so many more are questions that rings at any child's mind when they're discovering what the world is all about. "It was a long day, my sweetie. Now is time for you to rest." Her mom insisted, to which the little girl bounced her head and folded her arms above her chest, pillow behind her nape, and a pout ganing it's form in her facial features. A tradicional tantrum, for a girl who just turned eight years old. "It's no fair!" She had to protest, indeed, or she wouldn't be known for the stubborn little lady of the house. "I'll read you a story before leaving, deal?" Her mom suggested all patient like and kindly at her, and that was enough to make her smile and jump in bed all excited.
Mommy reading the tale, the girl holding tightly on her favorite stuffed animal. A normal picture of a random family, one that has everything to be perfect, a bright future was designed for this girl and her siblings. The little girl's eyes were shutting close, she had struggled way too much to remain awake and now she was giving in. A noise, a pretty loud one made its echo in the entire house, and scared the little girl. She glanced to her side, and her mom was gone. Glasses breaking, and a scream. "Mom? Dad?" She muttered pressing the stuuffed animal against her chest and hesitantly climbed out of her bed. Leaving her bedroom she is shaking, afraid of what's coming, oh she had no idea of what was coming her way. Heading downstairs she sees the chaos. "Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?" The despair in her face, she was lost and scared, and no one answered her. Why? "MOM!!!!" She screams from the bottom of her lungs when she caughts sight of a shadow approaching her, one that she was certain it didn't belong to her parents, and it was only when she looked down that she saw that stain of blood on the carpet.
Her heart seemed to almost jump out of her small chest as she ran as fast as she was able to, accidently dropping her favorite stuffed animal in a pool of blood. She has never seen so much blood, no child is supposed to watch those sort of scenarios, to go throught that. She finds an hidding place, under the dinning table and stays there mumbling to herself. "This is just a nightmare, this is just a nightmare, this is just a nightmare..." Until she bursted out into tears.
Lowering her brown sweet eyes, looking frightened, the girl stretched out her little hand to a woman who promised her to help her, who assured her that she would take her to a safe place, and she went with her, deep down still believing that soon she would wake up from that nightmare and everything would be alright. Her mother would wake her with a soft and tender kiss on the cheek, and her favorite breakfast would be served at the table, then they would go to the park as they usually do every Sunday afternoon. However, and sadly for the girl whose innocence had been broken in such a tender age, nothing has ever been what it once was, and she was left in an orphanage for two weeks until her uncle Joseph Moore took her back home. To the house that has never been the same again and despite the two souls who lived there, it looked so empty.
Time flies, and Margaret was no longer that frightened little girl who one day saw her house being mugged by monsters that destroyed her family, and her life for good. Or maybe she was the collateral damage of this same girl, and what she had become reflects what she lived. Whether we like it or not, the past leaves its stains on us and changes us forever. Maybe living in the same house where it all happened did not help, or having her overworried, overprotective uncle around her was a constant reminder of that awful event. She has all respect for her uncle, sure, he was the only one who has always been there for her ever since that night, in fact, he also took care of the financial affairs her family left behind, and that was good because she did not want to have to deal with it. Aside from school and her computer, where she made all the efforts to write something worth read when ideas came to her, she just wanted to be left alone.
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Back in the days:
"Mommy Mommy. Can I play some more?" An innocent and angelic like face pleading with an adult, her mother, to play more. Isn't that what every child wants? To play endlessly? To children the world is so perfect, and they can't quite understand why adults tend to complicate it so badly. Questions such as: Why is dad coming home late? What is money for? Why do we have to die? What happens when we die? Those and so many more are questions that rings at any child's mind when they're discovering what the world is all about. "It was a long day, my sweetie. Now is time for you to rest." Her mom insisted, to which the little girl bounced her head and folded her arms above her chest, pillow behind her nape, and a pout ganing it's form in her facial features. A tradicional tantrum, for a girl who just turned eight years old. "It's no fair!" She had to protest, indeed, or she wouldn't be known for the stubborn little lady of the house. "I'll read you a story before leaving, deal?" Her mom suggested all patient like and kindly at her, and that was enough to make her smile and jump in bed all excited.
Mommy reading the tale, the girl holding tightly on her favorite stuffed animal. A normal picture of a random family, one that has everything to be perfect, a bright future was designed for this girl and her siblings. The little girl's eyes were shutting close, she had struggled way too much to remain awake and now she was giving in. A noise, a pretty loud one made its echo in the entire house, and scared the little girl. She glanced to her side, and her mom was gone. Glasses breaking, and a scream. "Mom? Dad?" She muttered pressing the stuuffed animal against her chest and hesitantly climbed out of her bed. Leaving her bedroom she is shaking, afraid of what's coming, oh she had no idea of what was coming her way. Heading downstairs she sees the chaos. "Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?" The despair in her face, she was lost and scared, and no one answered her. Why? "MOM!!!!" She screams from the bottom of her lungs when she caughts sight of a shadow approaching her, one that she was certain it didn't belong to her parents, and it was only when she looked down that she saw that stain of blood on the carpet.
Her heart seemed to almost jump out of her small chest as she ran as fast as she was able to, accidently dropping her favorite stuffed animal in a pool of blood. She has never seen so much blood, no child is supposed to watch those sort of scenarios, to go throught that. She finds an hidding place, under the dinning table and stays there mumbling to herself. "This is just a nightmare, this is just a nightmare, this is just a nightmare..." Until she bursted out into tears.
Lowering her brown sweet eyes, looking frightened, the girl stretched out her little hand to a woman who promised her to help her, who assured her that she would take her to a safe place, and she went with her, deep down still believing that soon she would wake up from that nightmare and everything would be alright. Her mother would wake her with a soft and tender kiss on the cheek, and her favorite breakfast would be served at the table, then they would go to the park as they usually do every Sunday afternoon. However, and sadly for the girl whose innocence had been broken in such a tender age, nothing has ever been what it once was, and she was left in an orphanage for two weeks until her uncle Joseph Moore took her back home. To the house that has never been the same again and despite the two souls who lived there, it looked so empty.
[med][b]Eleven years later: [/b][/med]
Time flies, and Margaret was no longer that frightened little girl who one day saw her house being mugged by monsters that destroyed her family, and her life for good. Or maybe she was the collateral damage of this same girl, and what she had become reflects what she lived. Whether we like it or not, the past leaves its stains on us and changes us forever. Maybe living in the same house where it all happened did not help, or having her overworried, overprotective uncle around her was a constant reminder of that awful event. She has all respect for her uncle, sure, he was the only one who has always been there for her ever since that night, in fact, he also took care of the financial affairs her family left behind, and that was good because she did not want to have to deal with it. Aside from school and her computer, where she made all the efforts to write something worth read when ideas came to her, she just wanted to be left alone.