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• Resourceful, and strong. I also get into a lot of trouble trying to be brave.
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Wednesday, September 1, 2004
New Story, Inspired By Life.
The sky lit up as a flash of lightining struck the night sky. A young boy no older than 13 sat looking out the window of a small, urban two bedroom house in Lower-Detroit. He was very mad and sad at the same time, not knowing if he should sit there and cry or try and stop the loud voices downstairs. He decided to go see the fuss. "All you do is complain woman," an angry male voice said. the smell of liquor was in the air. "I never get a peaceful moment in this damn house!" Then a much softer, simingly frightend female voice spoke. "Paul, your drunk. So let's just-" she was cut off, "Oh shut up! You filthy little tramp. Your just a damn corner crack whore." Suddenly, she seemed very brave, very strong, and very angry. Or very stupid. "And ya know what you are Paul? A dirty little drunken bastard!!" Apparently that was the wrong move. The man Paul got up as she went into the kitchen, following her. "What'd you say?!" He grabbed her and made her look at him. Not again. Thought the kid. I won't let him hurt her again! Paul raised his fist and punched the woman right in her left eye. "If you ever raise your voice to me again bitch, I'll kill you." The boy saw this and was right behind the man. "No! I won't let you hurt my mom again!" He jumped on Paul's back, wrapping his arms around his throat, trying to strangle him. "What the Hell!?" Paul managed, enraged. "No, Dean, no.." the woman said, sobbing. Paul then threw Dan off of his back, and walked over to him and punched him right in the jaw. "If you ever touch me again boy," Paul said, "I'll kill your mom right in front of you, then choke you to death. Do you understand me?" He was choking Dean now. "Ye...ye...yes!" Dean managed, tears of anger and hate rolling down his face. Hating himself for not being able to do anything. Anger at the fact that he has to deal with this everyday. Why him? "Now go to sleep, so i can talk to your mother."
Sitting in his room, Dean was crying, thinking, and most of all, scared. The knife on the dresser never looked so friendly to him. One cut.. he thought. No! That's what he wants. He wants me dead. he wants to win. But I won't let him. "I won't let you!!" he yelled out of his window. He just couldn't deal with this anymore, not his mom, not Paul, not life. He'd run away. To a better place. It was his dream for as long as he could remember. Ever since his dad left. And mom met Paul. Yes, tonight! He was ecstatic. Tonight I leave! About 10 minutes later he was ready to leave, all he would bring was the $75 from his paper route, his football, and some clothes. "Aah.." He felt his jaw, how the bone no longer connected to the right side. "I'm ready."
This is a story that I'm working on that will be followed up. I hope you like it. Also, if it's not to much trouble, can you send your comments through pm? Just untill my site gets fixed. Thanks guys and gals. Peace and Love.
"We didn't ask to be here, it was forced upon us."
-Sgt. P. Jones, speaking on the war in Iraq
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