Friday, March 7, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
red hood - part 2
Dazed with her head hurting Alive woke up her vision blurry she could still make out that she was in a small wooden shack, her hands and feet were tied down and she had a something over her mouth. Her red coat with a hood was infront of her, she saw that it was dirty, must have been when she fell down she thought. The child in her was screaming to be let out but she knew from common sense that someone had done this to her and she wasnt going anywhere until that someone returned.
Sunlight soon faded from the dirty windows in the shack and soon after she heard a rattling at the shacks doors, someone coming in she thought, she was going to meet him or her, she was afraid but she chose that she would not show it, she was a grown up now, she was thirteen.
The doors opened, and small fragile man came in, he carefully looked around outside and then closed the door. He didnt immediately look at her but she could see he was eyeing her from the corner of his eyes. He looked alot like the janitor from her public school she thought, maybe he`s doing this because i littered, dont be stupid Alice!
The man turned around he seemed harmless enough but she knew he wasnt, not when he smiled at her, he looked totally different then, just like how Tom looked when he thought he had Jerry captured she thought. He came closer and closer, at this point she had forgotten her decision to be brave and all she could do was whimper and wish this was all a dream. The man then lashed at her slapping her firmly in the face, and then while she sobbed silently, he took off the cloth on her mouth. Her immediate reaction was to scream, and she did, which gave her another sharp slap on her face. She could feel blood coming out of her nose now, and she thought, this is the end and i never even got to see my grandma. Not even give her the gift my mom brought to this world, me.
She laid down, all hope lost, exhausted and dehydrated when there came a loud banging from outside the shack. Someone was trying to come in, the man looked shocked, his eyes bulged, he took out a knife. Like a trapped dog in a cage he started to run from side to side, whispering to himself meanwhile the door was getting hit so hard, Alice herself thought something much worse was coming in and she screamed, help. Not to the person trying to come in, not to the person who brought her here but probably to God.
The next few seconds went very fast, but she always remebered it in slow motion, the door flew open, and a huge man stood there, almost like the wood cutter she thought, he came in and grabbed the small man and they fought for a few seconds to get the knife away from the molester. She was saved she thought, a feeling so overwhelming she fell uncouncious with fleetin glance of the small man begging for his life.
The irrtating beeping of her heart monitor woke her up. Groggily she got rubbing her eyes, not knowing where she was but the fact that she wasnt tied up and was in a comfortable hospital bed made her feel more secure. Her clothes and all her belongings were laid out on a chair infront of her bed, the red coat too, it seemed clean.
The nurse attending came in a few hours later to check up on her little patient only to find she was gone. The detectives later would view the security tapes of the hospital and see a small figure slowly walking past everyone, unnoticed as she exited the hospital, her red hood covering her face.
Five days later in small quite neighbourhood just outside the Las Vegas strip, and old lady was disturbed out of her after noon nap with the door bell. Walking as fast as her body would allow she went and opened the door to find a small child, smiling at her, eyes as green as hers, with blond hair sticking out from the sides of her hooded face. "Hi, my names Alice.." she started.
Sunlight soon faded from the dirty windows in the shack and soon after she heard a rattling at the shacks doors, someone coming in she thought, she was going to meet him or her, she was afraid but she chose that she would not show it, she was a grown up now, she was thirteen.
The doors opened, and small fragile man came in, he carefully looked around outside and then closed the door. He didnt immediately look at her but she could see he was eyeing her from the corner of his eyes. He looked alot like the janitor from her public school she thought, maybe he`s doing this because i littered, dont be stupid Alice!
The man turned around he seemed harmless enough but she knew he wasnt, not when he smiled at her, he looked totally different then, just like how Tom looked when he thought he had Jerry captured she thought. He came closer and closer, at this point she had forgotten her decision to be brave and all she could do was whimper and wish this was all a dream. The man then lashed at her slapping her firmly in the face, and then while she sobbed silently, he took off the cloth on her mouth. Her immediate reaction was to scream, and she did, which gave her another sharp slap on her face. She could feel blood coming out of her nose now, and she thought, this is the end and i never even got to see my grandma. Not even give her the gift my mom brought to this world, me.
She laid down, all hope lost, exhausted and dehydrated when there came a loud banging from outside the shack. Someone was trying to come in, the man looked shocked, his eyes bulged, he took out a knife. Like a trapped dog in a cage he started to run from side to side, whispering to himself meanwhile the door was getting hit so hard, Alice herself thought something much worse was coming in and she screamed, help. Not to the person trying to come in, not to the person who brought her here but probably to God.
The next few seconds went very fast, but she always remebered it in slow motion, the door flew open, and a huge man stood there, almost like the wood cutter she thought, he came in and grabbed the small man and they fought for a few seconds to get the knife away from the molester. She was saved she thought, a feeling so overwhelming she fell uncouncious with fleetin glance of the small man begging for his life.
The irrtating beeping of her heart monitor woke her up. Groggily she got rubbing her eyes, not knowing where she was but the fact that she wasnt tied up and was in a comfortable hospital bed made her feel more secure. Her clothes and all her belongings were laid out on a chair infront of her bed, the red coat too, it seemed clean.
The nurse attending came in a few hours later to check up on her little patient only to find she was gone. The detectives later would view the security tapes of the hospital and see a small figure slowly walking past everyone, unnoticed as she exited the hospital, her red hood covering her face.
Five days later in small quite neighbourhood just outside the Las Vegas strip, and old lady was disturbed out of her after noon nap with the door bell. Walking as fast as her body would allow she went and opened the door to find a small child, smiling at her, eyes as green as hers, with blond hair sticking out from the sides of her hooded face. "Hi, my names Alice.." she started.
Monday, March 3, 2008
red hood - part 1
Alice was an unfortunate soul. She was born into a life of misery. She was two when she was brought here to this small childrens home where the food was never enough, the clothes smelled dirty and where compassion or love was nowhere to be found. As her life progressed and she turned twelve, she started to find ways to get out of there, to be free, to be happy. As a twelve year old there was not much she could do but opportunity presented itself when she was taken to the offices of child services for her routine medical check up, clever and imaginative Alice then broke into their files to find any trace of her lost family. She learned that her mother had died giving birth to her, her mother didnt know her dad and her grandmother had refused to take care of her. I have a grandmother she thought, I have a family somewhere even though she didnt want me then, maybe when i show up she would. Alice young as she was thought this was worth trying. She found out her grandmothers last residence listed in the file, and with her small cookie monster pencil she noted it down in a small yellow sticky note. Content of the knowledge that she had still hope, she carefully slipped out of the office and out into the hall.
It had been almost a year since Alice found out about her grand mother, she had done research of how much money it would take to get to her grand mother. And slowly she had been saving it, it had taken her a year to actually get enough money,and now she was ready. On the eve of her thirteenth birthday she stole out of the residence, looking back at it and silently said Goodbye hoping against hope that it was the final one.
It was New York and it was midnight, she knew it was not safe enough to walk around in, but she needed to be out of the house before her handlers woke up. She walked slowly but purposefully towards a bus stand, where she sat, not blinking not sleeping, scared as a child would all alone. Almost 6 hours later she heard the silent Hiss of the 6 15 bus coming slowly around the bend, by now her handlers were probably looking for her she thought, she couldnt have cared less.
She got into the bus which would take her to the grand central station where she would take a train to her destination, she knew it would take a long time, she had to cross 6 states to get to Las Vegas, Nevada.
Four days later she was in Denver, Colorado. It was mid morning the air was very hot, she wanted to get out and stretch her legs, after asking the attendant when the train would leave, she left the train and into a world anew.
It was hot so everyone around the small station were staying inside where there was shade, Alice however happy with her new found freedom wandered out, out of anyones view. She was admiring the view when she felt a sharp blow to her head, darkness over came her as she fell to the ground uncouncious.
Far away inside the station, the news was on and a mother was pleading to the public to help her find her missing child, the reporter then clarified that this was the third of the missing children in Denver in the past two months. With a worried face she also states that Denver might be facing a serial child molester on the loose.
It had been almost a year since Alice found out about her grand mother, she had done research of how much money it would take to get to her grand mother. And slowly she had been saving it, it had taken her a year to actually get enough money,and now she was ready. On the eve of her thirteenth birthday she stole out of the residence, looking back at it and silently said Goodbye hoping against hope that it was the final one.
It was New York and it was midnight, she knew it was not safe enough to walk around in, but she needed to be out of the house before her handlers woke up. She walked slowly but purposefully towards a bus stand, where she sat, not blinking not sleeping, scared as a child would all alone. Almost 6 hours later she heard the silent Hiss of the 6 15 bus coming slowly around the bend, by now her handlers were probably looking for her she thought, she couldnt have cared less.
She got into the bus which would take her to the grand central station where she would take a train to her destination, she knew it would take a long time, she had to cross 6 states to get to Las Vegas, Nevada.
Four days later she was in Denver, Colorado. It was mid morning the air was very hot, she wanted to get out and stretch her legs, after asking the attendant when the train would leave, she left the train and into a world anew.
It was hot so everyone around the small station were staying inside where there was shade, Alice however happy with her new found freedom wandered out, out of anyones view. She was admiring the view when she felt a sharp blow to her head, darkness over came her as she fell to the ground uncouncious.
Far away inside the station, the news was on and a mother was pleading to the public to help her find her missing child, the reporter then clarified that this was the third of the missing children in Denver in the past two months. With a worried face she also states that Denver might be facing a serial child molester on the loose.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
down the sink
...life moves we r dead...
...it ironic the things we dont see...
...those moments in life you cant have back..
...things you wish you never did...
...words just uttered as lies...
...to just feel helpless...
...unable to bleed...
...robotic...
..
...those moments in life you cant have back..
...things you wish you never did...
...words just uttered as lies...
...to just feel helpless...
...unable to bleed...
...robotic...
..
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
control
an hour a day i get to live,
trapped in this hole, trapped within my soul,
its never empty, my mind with these thoughts,
its like itches of self pity, swirling around inside a bowl,
i see the walls crushing me,
can feel the breath of insanity,
fell the fists of fury, burying me,
i am in deep, blind within sacrilegious bullshit vanity,
mist upon mist of total darkness,
chained to the wall of my conscious numbness,
breaking the rules which never made sense,
sitting alone in the middle of a black painted fence,
bound to the frame that i hold my soul,
i am choking, i need relief, i need my control,
i need my control...
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