A little more guys :]
Again sorry it's taken so long. I hope it's okay for the horifically long wait..
<3
[I've put the previous post first, jsut bcasue it was so long ago you might not remember...]
*triggers*
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March 17th 2007
01:45
Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her phone and punched in the numbers. When she heard a voice at the other end her body flooded with relief, or at least, what she could feel of her body now did. She tried to speak into the phone as fast as she could, but her speech was slowing and her head was heavy, the only words her weakening body managed to muster were the only two words important, help – graveyard. As she slurred out the last syllable of her whereabouts, the phone slipped from her hand and her body met with the cold earth beneath it, leaving the phone dead to the one called…
September 30th 1999
16:32
“Don’t you DARE talk to me like that young lady!”
“Or what Dad? What are you going to do?”
“You’ll be much worse than grounded if you carry on like this!”
“Much worse than grounded? Does much worse include lying in the bath with my wrists slashed too?”
An eerie silence followed after the girl’s final retort, and as she waited anxiously for his reply he simply stood there. His mouth did not reopen though and, turning away, he closed the living room door behind him, leaving her stranded on the stairs.
Her father was drunk once more; another day he had spent sprawled on the sofa in a stupor, another day she had waited for a change when none came, and for the final time the day previously she had let it wash over her head.
The girl had watched and waited for her father to regain his fatherhood. For him to become her father once more. But she had been left to watch him, instead, slip further and further into despair. Every day she watched and hoped for him to become him again, she had hoped the new woman in his life would present a new father for her, however none came.
March 17th 2007
01:56
As the girl slept she could hear in the distance someone calling her name, a far away sound coming towards her faster and faster as she ran towards its source. With her eyes closed she moved gracefully, pulled by the magnet of her name, the panicked voice that needed the help she would provide. In her mind she glided across stars and clouds as the voice’s volume gradually increased, and her will to find it amplified with it. However as the girl’s eyes opened, the sight she viewed was not one of dreams and grace, but one of nightmares and phantoms. And as she looked up into the eyes of her best friend, she found the strangled voice for which she had been searching, and the panic laced over his face…
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