Tuesday, May 29, 2007
this is a special post.i have decided to write a short story for all the readers out there.so enjoy :D
Francesca, a teenage girl who grew up with her cruel stepmother. Her father was dead when she was just eight years old. Life wasn't easy for her as she was often abused by her stepmother. Like any other teenage girl, she wishes to go to the mall, parties and sleep overs. However, these were just wishful thinkings. Every single day after school, she would go home, do the housework, and receive beatings by her stepmother even for the slightest mistake she does like a small stain on the table cloth. Being beaten was a routine she had to face everyday.
So christmas came and smiles were on everyone's face except hers. Relatives from her stepmother's side came to visit. While they were happily singing the christmas carols, Francesca was in a cold dark room, locked. She was holding herself together with strands of denial, by ignoring the pain. However, tears started to roll down as she was reminded of the last christmas she had spent with her father. It was, in retrospect, the happiest day of her life. And so, more tears sprang to her eyes as arrows of pain tore up her legs. She figured out that she had to leave that place. That place called HELL.
At the stroke of midnight, she carefully and quietly leave the house through the small window of her room. She had to really force herself out . The rough edges of the window rubbed against her already scarred skin, making it worse. Slowly and steadily she forced herself out of the window. And finally ! She's free ! She ran as fast as possible, away from that house of doom. The fairytale's only just begun, she told herself. She is on a roll now. Nothing can stop her.
Deep into the woods, she discover an old house and ran into it. No one was living in it. She looks out of the fogged glass, the clouds still weeping of her past. Now she is safe, inside the house. Protected from the elements. She will have no need for fear now. Not like before, everyday is a challenge. To survive, to grow. Here, everything is taken care of. There is comfort in monotony.
So end of story. It's not a fantastic piece but i really hope fellow readers out there enjoyed at least a bit of the story i had written spontaneously.
with love, nisa (:
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