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“I HATE YOU! WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOUR BLABBER!!!” Emily slams the door, bursting with anger. “Another fights, another day. Nothing changes…” she whispers. She stares at the dark window blinking her eyes, the tears wouldn’t come, they are all long gone in the past two years, and only emptiness and a hollow heart are left. Her scream echoed through the night in the silent prairie.
“We should consider adoption!” Amelia protested, as she names all the reason how I was insane. I guess I did have no reasons to live, my step mom thinks I am a lunatic, and my dads pretty much on drugs. Life isn’t always fair, but mine is never fair.
Blood slowly streams down my neck dripping on a white shirt, I don’t bother wiping it, I blankly look at the floor. Pain. Sorrow. Regret. I raise up my eyes, thinking of things that might of happened if I would to run away. I smile, but stop because of the new wave of ceaseless pain. I should go, somewhere, heaven, city, the woods. I should do something that would stop my existence in this house. To cease the awful yelling, and the pounding of fists against my pale face. Or pursue a job, not like smuggling cocaine over the gulf of Mexico, or risking my life on a canyon, to write the most exquisite story.
“It’s time to live life how it was meant to be!” I yelled in my room as I thrust my clothes, and some old canned food into my luggage.
The streets didn’t have the truck lights flash around, or the trucks engine noise. It was plain, dark, depressing. Pitch black. I am thankful not to return home. I guess I actually don’t exist in this family. No one realizes I am gone. Amelia, my stepmother always hates my guts, and her daughter despises my fashion sense. Since dad’s up all night because of his crazy pill or as he says “work pill. “He always agrees to the malice witch opinions, Amelia. She looks down to me, as always, for I am the lowest ranking. Everyone loves Jen, she is considered perfect in everywhere. Walking down the empty road, I see someone flashing lights at me. Is it my brain playing illusion tricks on me?
A truck stops right in front of me, only shining it light in my eye, I hadn’t recognize what it was. Until I see those pair of beautiful emerald eyes, biceps tucking under his shirt. His tanned skin showing a bit off, and his smile, illuminates the room. I guess I can officially say truck drivers are um, good looking. But this truck driver was actually around my age. He’s 18, and still got the looks. As I try to charm him, he invites me into his truck to get further into the conversation. I am too busy staring at him, and falling head over heels for him, that I didn’t notice something mysterious. We are now on the freeway, just past the Old Man geyser.
“Hey where are you taking me?” I requested to get to the bottom of this.
“Uh, um, I wanna show you a surprise, we’re going on a date!” He questioned, trying to sound convincing, as he stumbled on his words.
“You don’t even know me!” I screamed as I moved around the car trying to unlock the door.
“I am your father’s friend son,” he protests. “Trust me on this Emily,” as he reached for my hands, gripping it tightly.
“Uh ok.” I said as I tried to sound a bit less scared.
The car was like a cradle, it rocked me fast to sleep. Not knowing I was actually on a car with a teenager that claims he was my father’s friend’s son. Well my romance wasn’t that lucky, and not everyday good-looking truck drivers come along my woods.
“Close your eyes!” He said as he puts his cold soft hands over my horrified eyes.
I try walking straight and most elegantly as possible.
“ Dad I got a surprise for you.” He whispered to his dad still holding me. “She can be worth a lot,” Rick smirked as he wrote the price of what I could be worth. “ I didn’t get your name.” I whispered, trying to seem like I know this guy. “ I am Jake.” He answered quickly trying to shove me down the stairs.
“I will have to do something with you hands, you mind?” He asked as if he knew I was not very comfortable with this genre.
“Sure?” I said as I replied slowly.
He tied something rough and itchy on to my hands. I felt the hard rope touch my hands.
“Do you mind me, um, can I do something with your head?”
I had no reply, so he just did what he wanted to do.
I felt a warmness of something against my head. Then as my open my eyes to peek what was happening. I saw nothing, again, over and over again. Was my eyesight that bad? I questioned myself in my head.
“nt, nt nt.” Flashes of lights hit my eyes.
“Hey son, take the bag, and the rope off her. Treat her politely” Richard scowled.
Jake took the bag of my head, fresh air smelled so different. I felt locked up, my inner self was still trapped in the cage.
“Would you like a glass of drink my dear?” Richard offered.
“Sure, I am dying of thirst!” I said finally having something decent happen this past minute.
The drink was clear, same old water. “Thanks, uh ,um, I’m feeling a bit…” My sentence was cut of. My head wasn’t reacting or thinking properly. I felt water dripping down my chin, then everything became a dream. No sounds, nothing. My head was like an empty paper. I was in my own world.
Gaining my eyesight again, I saw blurred objects moving. My vision wasn’t fully gained back. The images weren’t vivid. I couldn’t picture out what or who was it until I heard.
“Hey move it! The cliff doesn’t just move by itself you know”
“Wait except my offer 2,500!”
‘No here 5000.”
Everyone was screaming and shouting for what it seemed like to be me! I looked around trying to comprehend with my surrounding. My eyes widened, what I saw was an auditorium, full of people. Their faces were masked, they all looked disgusting to me. They seemed like pigs fighting in the filthy mud. I deplored it. My hands were tied up with a hard rope, its tightness made my sore hands ache; I twisted and tried to get out, ceaselessly wailing. I thought he said treat me right, and take the rope of. I pity these people and their understanding. And did I just hear someone say sold? Wait I am not an item, or something you fight for. I am a human!
“Pretty lady in the white silk dress, please come and get your winning bid.” Richard said facing the crowd as he gestured her to come on the stage.
After my little trip on the hands of a horrifying guy, I finally proceed to see a woman in front of a car. She has long dark hair, and big severe blue eyes, their color reminded of cyanide, and they looked straight at me. The woman grinned and started approaching. With the clicking of her heels the terror rose in me. It was like my head was a swamp. My head was overreacting, making me go insane. It’s like I have water in my head, or should I say “naturally dumb,” Amelia preferred to say.
As the woman approaches, my first impression was rich. I mean this woman head to toe was covered with the most finest silk I have seen. “ I am Madame Nel, join me to the bay shall you?” I quickly rummaged through the grass, trying to find my shoes, as she walks ahead.
“ Do you know why I bought you?” She asked certain I wouldn’t answer.
“No, not at all.” I replied as quick as I could, eager to know why someone would want a kid like me.
“We’ll you see I had a child, but he was one of those unlucky ones. Not strong enough to survive in the real world. I couldn’t keep him off my mind, and was not capable of having another baby. So decided to choose the option of buying you. And so you will be mine forever, and you are my property, so I am in control of everything!” As she tried to keep her face stiff, avoiding the tears dripping downs her eyes. I heard nothing until I heard her say “ Mine forever, and you are my property so you’re under my control.” I mean this woman is over reacting.
As the days moved on, and the weeks ran by Nel observed that I was not happy with these life conditions. She tried to coax me by buying me brand name handbags, shoes, dresses, and the most high technology. But that didn’t work; my life was now more of waterfall. Each drop of water represents my changes through this period. And my brain and heart is just rushing with confusion, anger, and love.
I discovered a crack in the window. A small crevice, my only hope of escaping. Jeremy and Nel watching me carefully. Observing my every move – they had hawk eyes. Each day I would go get a shovel and hit the the open space. Each day the hole got larger. It wasn’t recognizable, since it was behind my Beatles poster.
I guess the day has come; the sun was shining its last glow, as it shimmers through my glass, like small pieces of gold. Today is the day of freedom; the whole was large enough for me to crawl out. Despite the chance of me getting grounded for let’s say the rest of my life; I think I have developed feelings. Was it strange you like someone you hate? My life is basically ruined. As the moon rose, and the stars sparkling, like mini disco balls. I began to move the poster to the side, as I squeeze my body trying to adjust it to the tight space.
I followed the moonlight reflecting on the dirt path. It flashes in front of me like a charged flashlight, I feel the cool wind brush over my face. Freedom. The desired reality that always seems to be far away, endlessly running from you and your wishes. But now I am so close to it, so close to catching its tail and dragging it to me. It’s just around the corner.
My hands were so dry, my skin crackling like a shedding snake. My lips where ice blue. My tongue was so dry; my saliva couldn’t give it enough moist. So I decided to walk until I am at the oasis.
There were bugs hanging off leafs. There were frogs jumping around the rocks me and me dipping my head into the pond. “tpsss,” this water was especially dirtier, there was mud, and spider webs in the water. “ I guess I will die. My survival skills are impeccable.’ I said sarcastically, still having hope. “ Even the oasis water must taste worse them my urine.” I joked around, until I realize that I am already unzipping my skirt.
The smell of this yellow liquid was revolting. And realizing I’m going to drink it made it worst. As I tilt my head back and let one drop, fall slowly in my mouth. I rubbed my mouth, trying to get the urine stain of my face. But now my tongue actually felt moist, and soft.
The journey was taking forever, lost in most of my ways. But I did manage to get to the Ye Old Lagoon. “Uhh good signal, I am far away from Nel’s house, and now 30 minutes distance from my house. I was actually now thinking of all the punishment Amelia would give me, lecturing me about how they were so scared, but she just wanted to sound nice. I despise her, how can a human be so cruel, I ask myself each time she even speaks.
My legs were wobbling all ready, my eyes beginning to close. But I had to set my mind that I would reach home. The road now was crowded, cars filling up the streets. Feet on the windows, and singing all around.
“THE HOUSE!” It looked the same but I was so relieved. My heart was finally pumping in a good pace, my eyes lit up. And my frown turned upside down.
“Amelia, dad, Jen!” I was about to scream, until I saw another girl. Probably around 10 or 12. “They replaced me,” I said as now my tears really shed. Beads of little tears fall onto my clothes. As the sun goes up, and the chickens call the farmers to wake. As I glanced at the Jack St. bute across my house. I remember the joy my real family and me had. I leaned to the door, and realized I started a journey and life of my own. No more Amelia, dad, or Jen. Just plain old Emily.
“Bye house,” I guess I really don’t matter or belong to this family; it’s time to suck my fears, and go in a new path.