Category: Writers Block
Hey,
There is a girl, she's being used, she finally finds solitude.
Think about it.
?..?..?
Disclaimor: I own none of the people, or what ever... and it's kinda graphic so read at ya own risk, please.
Thank you,
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Written because:
1. I was bored.
2. I had no life at the time, still don't.
3. Was going through a state of depression, need to reach out somehow.
Her eyes filled with an empty hhollo look, she sat back, and waited for the door to open.
She was dressed simply in a ratty dress, that showed everything she had, and didn't have to offer.
Her feet were bare, her hands were scarred, her mind was dead.
Upon her face no expression was visible, just the blank, empty look, of a girl who new nothing, yet had seen so much, so in a sense new everything.
She was of the tender age of only 15, and already had been stripped of everything a young girl holds dear to her heart.
Her virginity gone, her pride gone, her parents, gone, all of her dignity was ripped from her hands, and exploited like the celebrity news you offten hear,
and read.
The door clicked open then, and a man stepped in and smirked at the girl.
He was dressed in a business suit, and carried a breif case, and she saw the glint of silver in his pocket.
He set his brief case on the floor, and unzippped his jacket, eyeing the girl with a look that she at that time could not place.
The girl sat still, her mouth parted in a small "oh",her head turned slightly to the right, and her eyes unfocused and bleary.
Stepping to her, the man took her in his arms, and kissed her gently.
His eyes were hard now, all gentleness gone from them, he looked hungry, greedy, powerful.
He took her then, not caring that they were still standing, stripping his pants to his knees, and ripping the dress from her small small body.
He entered her, she gasped slightly, and let her nails dig in to the flesh of his back.
Praying to that God that never ansered, she thought hard, and long about her life, and how bad she felt, and how bad she wanted it to end... but of course
it never did.
Afet what seemed like hours, he tightened in side of her, and she let her mind go blank, blank as a sheet of paper, blank as that wall over there... "ah
yes, just keep your eyes focused on the wall", she thought as he came, hard, gripping her small body tightly.
They fell on the couch now, and he was breatheing hard... and she could smell the strong oder of Vodka on his breath.
"He must have drunk him self silly", she said outloud her mouth parting in a little smirk of distaste.
Moving to ware the brief case was, she picked up the silver automatic, testing the weight of it in her palm.
"I could do it, I could be free", as she said this, she checked the bullet chamber to make sure it contained bullets... she was in luck, it was loaded with
3 rounds, and she smiled as she clicked the barrel back in to place.
She swept her long jet-black hhair away from her face, and placed the gun to her right temple.
The shot rang threw the house,and drew the neighbors from there beds, to call the police,for they had never heard such a noise come from the housethat noone
ever seemed to leave.A red burst of blood, flew from her head, and she fell sideways, and lay sprawled, dead, her gray eyes half-lidded, her mouth open,
her heart still.
"yo Marc! I found the girl", Ryan called on his radio.
"on my way", replied Marc.
"I'll be damned" Marc said, entering the room, in which the girl lay.
"she blew her fucking brains out", Marc said sighing, as he stare, his mouth gaping.
"yeah, I know, it's so sad", said Ryan, staring at her head, her hair was matted with blood, and brain matter lay near her face, along with the silver automatic.
"she's been a prisoner of solitude all her life, she neededd to leave I guess", Marc commented, as he placed Laytex gloves on, to retrieve the gun.
The papers ran the story of Kimberly Shelton, and her tragic demise.
From what the police could gather, apparently, from old police records, and documents contained at the home, and in the brief case of the mystery man, her
parents were runners of a serious prostitution, and drug ring.
They used poor Kimberly as there second-runner, making her do drug-runs, and serve her self, for there well-paying customers...
The sympathetic town flocked to Kimberly's funeral, and many wept, and sobbed as her coffin was lowered, and as the priest blessed her one last time.
Sorry for the spelling errors, I was writing this from the BrailleNote on to the PC, so it might be kinda' scrambled.
Thoughts? opinions? tell me? damn it?
Wow Cortcort you're a great writer. For a second when she was grabbing the gun I thought she was going to shoot the evil guy. Darn it lol ... I knew it was going to be graphic but I read graphic stuff all the time, and plus wanted to read a piece of your writing. Very good very good indeed xoxoxxox. How sad it is though...
Hey cait,
I know, I know, I' gonna' ad on to it, thanks for the feedback, more is wanted?
Take care,
Cortney its very good very discriptive particularly the girl,but maybe your giving too much away, too soon, a little mystery keeps the reader hooked...but it shows a lot of promise..good work..
I'm hooked anyway wow ... how sad this is and how very true. It happens every day, and Cortcort just kinda put it into perspective ... I'm very impressed.
Oh my god. I love it. It's sad that this sort of thing happens everyday. I know a girl who was sexually abused for years and not just that her parents dead. You keep writing girl. Love ya. xoxsoxo
Thank you Gennelle-ers.
I love writing, and I love writing things that are realistic.
Take care,
XOXOXO,
Love you loads!
Cortney
See Cortcort. It's awesome heh! So are you like writing a sequel, or what?
I could, I really could..
Just gotta' have the time.
I'll let you know
VEHRRHRRHHRHRHHRHHHHRHRRHHHHHHHRHHHHHHRHHHRHRRHHRHHHRHHHRHRHRHHHRY good Cortcort! XXX!
No seriously, I can rilly relate to this. I've been through alot and know ppl who have as well. I wish i could write like that. Court, i havn't spoken to you for a while. I moved, i think u know that. We gotta catch up!