28 January 2012, 7:27 pm
Scars of Hope Most of the ideas and places other than the abuse, rape and other rated M things in here are very true. All none true things were put in here to emphasize Michelle's hard childhood. Everything but some characters belongs to me. Prologue "Michelle!" My mother, Lynette Cramer, called as she stumbled out her room, drunk, and to where I was seated with my younger sister Jordan. Jordan looked up at me with a scared look on her face. "Yes Mother" I asked as I searched her face. I was met with a devilish smile. She struck me once with the back of her hand. Jordan screamed. I looked at her with a face that screamed go! "Chelleeeeee" My mother slurred as she struck me again. I heard Jordan's faint screams echo the house as she moved further away. I felt a burning sting as my mom hit me in the face again. I cried out as a sudden rush of pain went through my left foot as my mom crushed it. "It's your entire fault he is dead!" she screamed as she continued to hit me. By 'he' she meant dad. I was only three when he died. A year after Jordan had been born. Jordan had been dad's middle name. Michael, a male version of Michelle, hence my name, had been his first name. Even at age three I had been expected to pick up the broken pieces of my parents' marriage. When I failed to help my dad get over the fact that mom cheated on him and he had killed himself I was put to blame by my mother and other family members. Jordan only cared because she knew what I had to go through day in a day out. What has happened to me for five years now? Why I, Michelle Alejandra Cramer, am scared of my family members at the young age of 8. Pain and abuse would seem rather different to someone who had it made for them. It would seem so foreign to them. They would not last a second in the pain I have gone through. I was brought out of my hazy thoughts at the sound of my mother screaming and a sharp pain going through my right arm that got thrown over my head with such a powerful push that I heard a cracking sound as immense pain shot through my body. I screamed. "Shut up!" My mother screamed as she punched me in the stomach, successfully knocking me breathless. I panted in both pain and anger. I had had enough. I was ready to stop this pain and bring my sister to a safe place. I was ready to give Jordan and I a safe place to get away from the scars and pain that my mother brings to us. "Jordan Eloise Cramer!" Mother yelled in a sickening sweet voice. Ugh my are hurts I thought as Jordan, with her deep set violet blue eyes full of fear, walked to my mother with an agonizing slow pace, to slow for mother. "Y-yes m-ma-mama" Jordan uttered as deep fear settled in her violet blue eyes and made her dirty blond hair fall limp at her shoulders. I gave her a huge smile to try and cover up the pain, the fear, and most importantly the loss of hope. She tried to return the smile. All I heard before a powerful sleep took over me as a wet towel was shoved in my face. The smell of chloroform set deep in my chest and lungs as I breathed in deeply. I sound of my sister's final scream. One that I feared would be the last time I would hear her voice. She could die while I was passed out. Of that I was sure of. Lynette Kate Cramer would murder her youngest. She would be no better than Juanita Madison's father. A cold-blooded killer. Who would be next? Me? Uncle QuindÃo, mother's twin? She was a murder and I would not stand for it any longer. She would pay for what she has done. She was never fit to be a mother and she got married to my dad because they had me at sixteen. They had Jordan at eighteen and Mackenzie at twenty. Mackenzie died though. It was all because of my mother. As a wise man once said, Life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond. The quote meant so much to me. If you read it then you would know it meant that if you love someone then they could be dead and it would be love. A river and see are the same. Like hope and desires are the same. Silent knowledge is the lesson you learn from and experience. It decided what was happening to me know. What would be happening to me as I grew up in a place like this? Would I be able to live to find the knowledge at the end of this? Buried under all this pain and scars. What hopes and dreams would come from this? What was the knowledge that I would learn at the end of this?... Read More »
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