Alright, so my foster sister had some male relative issues prior to living at Gramma's. I always write stuff for her, because honestly, I feel for her. We've grown so close over the last two years, and I've been given an insight to what it's like going through some of the stuff she went through. So I wrote this one night after a discussion Lida, Paige, and I had about why we're in foster care. It's not supposed to offend anyone, but it is how I would picture my reaction to growing up like that.
I can see you in the black tonight. I saw your silhouette before the storm even started. The air is stale and dry with your fear. You try to get moisture in your mouth, but your tongue is like the sand in a desert, scorched dry by the sun.
The lightning strikes the sky, setting the mood for my next move. The wind opens the curtains, and they reach towards you, trying to entangle you. When the streak in the sky lights up the side of my face, you suddenly see your fate. You know exactly why I'm here. You scurry to the corner, looking for protection. But you can't stop me now.
As I walk slowly towards you, taking my time just for the hell of it, your hands go up quickly to hide your face. You murmur to yourself that this is just a dream, just a dream. Funny thing is, it's not. It's not even a nightmare.
As I creep closer, I tell you a story. You know the story already, but I changed it a little. Tweaked it.
"Once upon a time, there was a little princess. She was about four, maybe five. After her daddy died, her mommy married a mean man. This bad man used to do bad things to the princess, things her mommy knew nothing about."
One glance at your face and I know you can see how the story will end.
"The bad man used to tell the princess that they were playing a game. 'Only a few more minutes,' he would say. But the game never lasted just a few minutes. It lasted thirty.
"The princess never told her mommy about the man's game because he told her he would hurt her mommy. The little princess loved her mommy and didn't want to hurt her.
"But when the princess grew up, she hated her mommy and the man because she felt dirty every time the man made her play his game. She swore she would get revenge on the mean man for hurting her family."
The adrenaline starts pumping through my blood, giving me a high feeling. Grinning evilly, I stare at you, my head tilted and my eyes laughing at your terrified expression.
"Only a few more minutes..."
You scream.
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