Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

 My work is still a mess, but this might be good news. I've been busy writing the story I mentioned before and I am real close to finishing it. This will be the longest story I written, over the 2000 word minimum to make it a full on short story, but I feel it is also the most impact full story I ever written. Here is a sample of the story. Hopefully you all enjoy. It's called "Abused Love".
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Under the clear, cool, starry night sky, Vada and I sat together in my treehouse. Just hanging our legs over the edge and talking. It was near dark around us, but the moon was doing its job illuminating the vast woods behind the house. We gaze upon the white light blanketing across the trees. I am so close to Vada that I feel her heat and the warmth feels good. I lay my head upon her shoulder, clinging closely to her. I feel her body stiffen and i sit upright again. The last thing I wanted to do was to make her uncomfortable. She speaks to break the awkward moment. 


"So, I hear a boy was murdered in my house?"


"What fool told you that?"
I mocked.


"I heard it from the movers."


"The boy, my best friend, ran away."


"Do you know where he went?"


 I stared into the dark shade that sits beside me. Could I tell her the truth? Would she believe me, laugh at me, or be concern that I am crazy? 


 I looked out towards the tree with the sign. The sign that says, "Private Property: Abuse not Welcome". No one knew the origin of the sign, Tom and I had asked around. It wasn't till we dared to ask Tom's father that we found anyone who even knew it existed. Tom's father responded with more anger then usual.


"You two never go out there or I'll skin your hides."


 Tommy being the type to "touch something hot and then decide to test it again" asked, 


"What's out there?"


 And he got slapped for it. And again, and again.
I wanted to hurt Tom's father so much, but my small boy stature would be nothing but paste to the ungodly brute that was pummeling his son. And Tom had been smaller than I.


 So with lack of information and a abundance of imagination, Tom and I came up with an Idea of what was out there past the tree with the sign. It was a place to be free. A magic place for the kids with bad parents. Kids who could escape the abuse and live safe.


I tell Vada all this, everything. I explain how I was a coward. How I was to scared to run away with him. How I didn't have enough faith in our dream to think I could be free of my mother. I stopped talking abruptly. I felt tears forming and if I went on I would of definitely cried. I felt Vada lean her head against my shoulder, clinging close. All the hurt washs away in that moment and I felt free. We remain that way, in silence, for a good hour. She must of been fighting off sleep as she stirred upward, stretched, and yawn.


"Got to get home, help me back?"