Ooh! Good luck with getting it published! It's a great story :)
"Well yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid." "Yeah."
It is amazing enough to get published. just keep trying and you can do it.
Don't be fooled by my smooth skin. The deepest scars are the ones unseen.
Remember compliments you received, forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how..~ Baz Lurhman.
Letting it get to you - You know what that's called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now that's all that counts. ~ Doctor Who "The Doctors Wife" 06.November.2011
You can't rush creativity. It's just something that will come in it's own time.
Don't be fooled by my smooth skin. The deepest scars are the ones unseen.
Remember compliments you received, forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how..~ Baz Lurhman.
Letting it get to you - You know what that's called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now that's all that counts. ~ Doctor Who "The Doctors Wife" 06.November.2011
Zed if feedback helps your writing, pm us all with the installments, then you won't have the publishing problem, we get to see how the story is going, and you get vital feedback :)
'Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.'
['There is only one thing we say to death. Not today'.']
'We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell. Oscar Wilde
Its hard to dance with the devil on your back. Sydney Carter
"People have abused you lots in the past? Why do you then abuse yourself more?" - Quote
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone, Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong, Sometimes I feel nothing at all, Sometimes I feel vulnerable, Sometimes I feel a little fragile
I'd like to apologise for messing around.
I'm carrying on with the story here.
No questions please.
This is the last installment I posted, just to refresh your memories.
The next bit will be up by tomorrow.
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The next morning I was awoken by Ahmed prodding me. My head felt as though there were bricks being thrown around inside it, and the rest of my body either throbbed painfully or was numb. I groaned as I opened my eyes and tried to lift my head. I squinted up at Ahmed and whispered, "What?"
"Eat."
"No, I'm not hungry, go away..." I mumbled and with great effort I closed my eyes and turned my back to him.
"Eat," he repeated, prodding me again. "Me eat."
And that's when I realised - he wanted me to make food for him. After the night before, all I wanted to do was maybe stick his fingers in a blender. But I couldn't; we didn't own a blender. Instead, I turned myself back to face Ahmed and muttered, "OK. Yes. OK."
Satisfied, Ahmed wandered off, leaving me to haul my body off the bed. Each step was like walking through jelly but somehow I managed to cook breakfast, although I couldn't face it myself. Instead I gathered some clean clothes and locked myself in the bathroom. Avoiding the shower I stared at my reflection in the mirror and was horrified to see I had significant bruising around my face. It was clearly noticeable and I couldn't understand why Ahmed had seemed to have left it unnoticed.
As I stood staring, there was a knock at the door. "Natasha?" It was dad. I couldn't let him see me like that. Pulling out some concealer I hastily coated my face until the bruises weren't as prominent.
"Just a second abba, I'm just getting dressed!"
"It’s ok, my child, I just wanted to let you know Ahmed and I are off to work. We'll be back around 5 so that'll give you plenty of time to cook us a meal."
"OK," I called out. I heard them leaving and took that as my cue to get dressed and set about my day of cleaning and cooking. I went a lot slower than usual due to my painful aching body, but everything was ready by the time Ahmed and dad got home.
That night, dad settled in the smaller bedroom whilst Ahmed and I were in the main bedroom. To my utter annoyance he wanted to have sex again. This time I didn't see the point in putting up a fight; I just lay there and let him do what he wanted.
The next day dad announced that he was leaving and heading back home to England. Dropping the pan I was holding I stared at him in disbelief. "You...you can't go. You can't just leave me here!"
"Don't be silly, Natasha, you knew this day was coming. I can't stay here with you forever, I've got to get back to Shabnam and Ali and my job. You'll be fine here. Ahmed will take good care of you." He smiled and pulled me into an embrace. "You'll be fine," he repeated, more to convince himself than me.
"Please abba," I began to sob into his shoulder, unable to control myself. "Don't leave me with him, he's a monster. I'm...I'm scared..."
"Ah, Natasha, you're being silly now..." He was completely oblivious to the situation but, all the same, he squeezed me tighter.
All too soon he pulled away and headed for the door, where his suitcase had materialised and a taxi was waiting. Unable to bear it I rushed into the bathroom and locked myself away. I stayed there for the rest of the day, unable to comprehend anything, and also completely unaware of what was yet to come...
The only time you will find real light is when you're searching in the dark..
