A Child of Pain: Part 3 Elisha pushed her chair nearer to her grandmother’s bed and gently rested her head on the mattress. She sighed. She felt tired as it had been a hectic week. She had gone to see her grandmother in the nursing home where she found the older lady on the floor. Grammie Willie had fallen out of her bed. The staff had called an ambulance which then brought her to the hospital. Elisha who visited her ever...
The ward was silent, except for the constant bleep of the EKG monitor. Her grandmother moved her head a little but she did not open her eyes. The tube going into her nose and an IV on her arm, made her looks like a grotesque scientific experiment. Elisha stared at her face, so worn and lined now and recalled how brilliantly beautiful she used to be. As she sat there, she once more went down memory lane: On the pavement of...
The cold and sterile atmosphere in the hospital ward was impersonal and did not do anything to comfort Elisha. She sat by the bed where her best friend rested, so still. Her best friend was also her grandmother whom she called Grammie Willie. Elisha stared at her grandmother’s still placid face for the longest time and her memory flashed down memory lane to more than thirty years ago. She was then five years old. Her moth...
she died this morning, her bony little hands clutching her pigeon chest, a look almost of relief on her tiny face. sitting upright on the hard chair he feels a cold black thrill, like the Nazi he is. what will he do now? he's not used to being alone. he goes upstairs where the Body lies, his mouth twisting into a maelstrom of rage as he mutters a curse on those merciful spirits who have taken her from him.he'd kill her ag...
Mommy, I am so very sorryPlease don't be mad when he wakes next to meI know you see the way he looks at meI know it makes you so very angryI know I deserve it when you punish me You told me he's weak when it comes to meI tried to say no like you told meI tried to be strong, but he got meanI know you pretend not to seeWhen he sneaks back to your room when you're asleepPlease don't be disappointed in meI promise to try hard...
It was a mistake she tries to sayShe tries to hide her face awayShrinking and cowering so afraidCrying and pleading, attempts to dissuadeBut a boot does not hear as it swiftly kicksJustice is dealt with large hard fistsHands grow heavy as punishment is doneLittle spirit broken fight is goneWatching her crumble satisfiedWith one last jab, he turns aside Alone in the dark, she sobs in silenceWhispers she's sorry full of rep...
Fire sparks a candle bright Small it shines against the night Cheerfully dancing in sweet innocence Leaving it completely exposed and defenseless Soon wind and rain pressure it to fade Causing it to flicker, cold and afraid Ashes drop from the shortening wick Hot wax pools and falls thick Darkness surrounds the little white light Ready to swallow it into the night
This whole entire week has had me ranting about one thing or another, but the issue with the largest presence in my mind is Child Abuse... or abuse of any sort, really. How can a person look at a child of any age, whether it is their child or grandchild or a friend's child or whatever and hurt them? How do you look into wide, loving, trusting, innocent eyes and suck all that out of them, one punch at a time? How do you br...
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They lay there, comfortable together- he was in a good mood, chatting about football and his truck. Missy (Nymia) nods in all the right places and smiles at him, and kisses him when he leans in for one, but for whatever reason tonight, when he wants more, she backs away, shaking her head. He looks at her and she can see the anger behind the sweet expression on his face- eyes don't lie- as he says, "C'mon sweetie, please?...
This work within its first few lines contains language or other material which some readers may find offensive. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content. His fists came down on me again as his words cut into my mask. Bitch, he called me. Whore, he said. Good-for-nothing cunt...
Some nights, are calm. No shouting, No screaming,No pain.Most nights, though, are just like tonight.Painful. Loud. Twisted memories, Horror-film dreams.Mother at work, Father drunk, Fists flying, Words stinging.A child's history being made.Why? Why Daddy? Why do you do this to me? Why?
too many the number of times she ignores it every day 800 the approx number of calories consumed per day 200 not quite the exact number of scars within the past few years 125 the number on the scale 65.5 my height in inches 50 the minimum number of mean jokes and insults I hear at school per day 35 minutes at lunch I spend in the bathroom stall 17 the number of times I think of ending it per day 10 minutes after school be...
