I know I'm taking a very long time between each chapter and stuffs, but I keep writing a little more, then getting writer's block :( Sucks.
But you shall have more by Monday at the latest. :) Promise.
That's when all my coursework will be finished.
I'm gonna tap him like a maple tree. I'm gonna search him for some syrups. I'm gonna be having sex with him.
Learn from the past, Hope for tomorrow, Live for today
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Thanks for all you have done guys, you mean so much to me! :)
It was my word against his. I had spent the next few weeks in a daze, focusing on getting better for my family, my friends, trying to drag myself around without the weight of Uncle Dale on my shoulders. If anything, the weight felt heavier, uneven on one side, making me trip and stumble down one path even if I desperately wanted to walk safely down the other. Anita had taken care of telling those who needed to know. My parents both wrapped their arms around me when they visited, weeping silently, but I barely felt their presence.
I was questioned for hours by a friendly policewoman who apologised frequently for the amount of questions I was being asked. Routine procedure. She wanted nothing more than for my uncle to be kept away from me for as long as possible and the more evidence I gave, the more likely he would be convicted. I felt sick for every detail I gave her; every touch, every kiss, every secret he had created without saying a single word. By the time we had finished, a crystal clear, watery wall blurred my vision and I blinked, forcing them to turn to droplets, falling down my face and leaving a shiny trail in its path. The policewoman smiled sympathetically as she left and I retreated to my room, not uttering a single word to anyone, ignoring offers of challenges in the games room from patients who desperately wanted to let me know they understood.
I stayed in the same spot for hours, barely breathing, barely blinking, staring at the same spot on the wall in front of me. I hugged my knees to my chest and gently rocked backwards and forwards, afraid of letting anyone else in if I were to move. Eventually, I heard someone enter the room, but I didn’t turn to see. Sounds of the unit were blocked out by my misery and hurt and I barely heard the muffled “Hello,” whispered a metre or so away from my ear. Tammy. I heard her shuffle backwards and sit on her bed, asking me if I was okay. After a few seconds of silence, she talked about her day. The day I had missed. The day she didn’t want me to miss again. We’re all here to get better, she said. But it won’t work if you keep building walls around you.
I sighed and closed my eyes properly for the first time in hours. I rested my forehead on my knees, however continued to rock backwards and forwards. Didn’t she understand? I just needed to see who would knock the walls down. As if she had read my mind, I felt her arms wrap around me and her head rested on my shoulder. She told me if I felt uncomfortable, to tell her and she would move away again. She felt just like Naomi. I didn’t want her to move. I leant in towards her and she closed her arms tighter. I stopped rocking and let Tammy hold me. We were the only two people in the world at that moment.
She continued to whisper in my ear, to tell me it would all be okay in the end. Like the movies I would watch when I was little. There was always a happy ending. It might not seem like it now, but this is just the problem in the middle of the film that had to be resolved, like when Simba from the Lion King thought he killed his father and ran away from Pride Rock. But he came back and was the new King. I smiled inside at her reference of my favourite Disney movie, but the tiny spark failed to reach my lips.
We did not move from that position until we were called for dinner. I lifted my head and Tammy smiled at me, taking my hand and gently helping me up to walk me to the dining room. I let her lead me before it occurred to me what she had been doing all along.
She was trying to knock my walls down.
I'm gonna tap him like a maple tree. I'm gonna search him for some syrups. I'm gonna be having sex with him.
I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
