"Alessa! What happened?!" Micah shouted. I had a long, somewhat deep scar around my face. Last night Dad pushed me down the stairs, and the railing had scratched my face. But I just shook my head.
"Nothing. I just fell," I said. He sighed and shook his head.
"Would Ты please be еще careful? Do Ты know what it'd do to me if anything happened to you?" I frowned.
"I'm sorry," I сказал(-а) quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.
"C'mon. We're late for school."
***
After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park или something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He would worry if I told him I was still scared. We decided to go to the park. It was nice for a while, then something seemed to hit Micah.
"Alessa?" he asked. I looked up to him. "You'd tell me if something was wrong... right? No matter what it was?" I paused.
"Uh..."
"Because Ты know I want to be there for you. I want to help Ты if anything isn't right. No matter what it is." I closed my mouth. He knew. He knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. He'd finally put all the pieces together. All the bruises and cuts. All the fear. Mom's death... A tear rolled down my cheek.
"It's my Dad..." I closed my eyes. Another tear made its way out.
"What do Ты mean," he demanded. He grabbed the tops of my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. "Alessa, tell me what's wrong," he сказал(-а) urgently. I pointed to the scar on my face.
"He hurts me..." I barely whispered. Suddenly, almost all the fear and grief poured out from me. I didn't feel alone in this anymore. Because I wasn't the only one that knew. Micah knew now, and just him knowing seemed to ease my pain a little. I looked back at Micah to see his reaction. His face turned slightly red, and his grip on my shoulders tightened a little. I swallowed. He instantly released his grip on me and took a giant step back from me. I stood there like a frightened little girl while Micah let out a long strip of profanities. Then he turned to me.
"Why didn't Ты tell me?!" he shouted. I gulped. Micah was absolutely terrifying when he was angry. I took a breathe and opened my mouth to speak.
"I was scared..."
"Scared of what?!" Another tear fell down my cheek. I looked up at the sky. The sun was soon to set.
"Micah, I have to get home, quick...." I сказал(-а) stupidly. He looked at me like I was completely insane.
"Are Ты kidding me?! I'm not letting Ты go back there!" he shouted.
"Then where am I supposed to go?" I asked. That got him. He thought for a quick moment.
"You can come to my house. Ты can sleep on the диван, мягкий уголок или something. Anything. But I don't want Ты going back there." I nodded. Micah took me back to his house, to ask if I could stay. We got in the house, which was incredibly small for a family so large. There was smoke in the air, and I coughed as we entered. Micah gave me an apologetic smile, and led me through the house.
"Micah! Micah! Do Ты want to play with me?" a little girl, no older than seven asked. She had Micah's dark, thick, wavy hair that bounced as she did.
"Not now, Kendra. I'm busy. Another time, ok?" he told her gently. She frowned, but nodded and skipped away. Two other giggling little girls ran past, probably ten или eleven, and slammed a bedroom door behind them. A little boy, maybe six, pounded on the door begging the girls to let him in. There was a baby's cry coming from another room. Micah brought me to the living room, where a man was sitting on the диван, мягкий уголок watching TV.
"Hey, uh, Mike? Where's my mom?" Micah asked. The man didn't take his eyes off the TV.
"What? Oh, uh I think she's taking care of Melanie," he said, waving us away. Micah rolled his eyes. Just then a woman called from the other room, shouting at the screaming kids to be quiet. Micah took me to the кухня next, where there was a woman holding a baby, and rocking it back and forth to calm it down.
"Shh..." she сказал(-а) soothingly to the baby. The woman looked very tired.
"Hey, Mom?"
"What," she said, annoyed.
"Is it ok if Alessa stays for the night? Her Dad's out of town, and she's afraid of being Главная alone." The woman looked up from the baby.
"Oh, is this your girlfriend that Ты told me about?" she asked. I blushed and stared at my feet.
"Yeah, Mom," Micah сказал(-а) through clenched teeth, a hint that she should probably shut up. His mother laughed and held out her hand, balancing the baby in the other.
"Hi, I'm Sandra, Micah's Mom." I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you," I сказал(-а) shyly.
"Well, I guess it's ok if she stays here... as long as she doesn't mind sleeping on the couch." I shook my head 'no.' "Ok then. Dinner's in an hour... I think... Why don't Ты go get her thigns from her house." Micah thanked her, and then we were out the door again. Soon, we were back at my house.
"I'll sneak in the window and get my stuff," I told him. He nodded. He helped me climb up the roof like he had just a few days ago. I pulled on the window. "It's locked," I told him. He frowned. "I guess I'm gonna have to go in the front door..." I said. I jumped down from the roof.
"I'm coming with you," Micah said. I stopped and pushed him back lightly. He didn't budge.
"No. You're staying here. He'll get mad if I bring Ты in." Micah looked like he was about to argue, but closed his mouth again and pouted. "I'll be fine," I told him. Micah sigh,ed but nodded and stood there patiently. I tried to quietly unlock the door. I started up the stairs, slowly. I could here the TV buzzing from downstairs. The stair squeaked. I cursed under my breath and waited. The TV muted for a трещина, сплит second, then turned back on. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I made it up to my room, and grabbed my school bag. I dumped out all of the crap on my bed. I began putting in extra clothes, my hairbrush, and anything else I might need. I headed to the bathroom for my toothbrush. I grabbed it, and turned to go back to my room.
Dad stood there in the bathroom doorway.
My heartbeat picked up rapidly. I swallowed and a nervous laugh slipped through my lips.
"What're Ты doing?" he asked, referring to why I was about to go to my room with my toothbrush in hand.
"Uh..." I said. I couldn't finish. I had nothing. Dad turned to go to my room, and I had an insanely stupid moment. I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back. "No! Don't!" He threw his arm back, his elbow smashing into my face. I yelped, and stumbled backward, my hand clutched to my nose. I looked at my hand, which was covered in my blood. It dripped down over my lip, and spilled into my mouth. I spit it out on the floor and ran after Dad, who was already in my room.
He saw my bag filled, with my dresser half empty, and any necessities gone.
"What... Are Ты doing," he asked.
"Nothing," I сказал(-а) quickly. He turned to me, his eyes burning.
"Don't lie to me!" he screamed. "You're leaving, aren't you?!" He advanced toward me, and I ran. He was after me at once,hollering at me. I made it to the stairs, but then he grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me back. My рубашка воротник choked me, and I already had some blood draining to my throat as I swallowed, and he spun me around to face him. I gagged, and spit up a fair amount of blood onto his shirt. I let out a scream. His fist punched me in the chest, knocking all the wind out of me. I flew down the stairs, flipping head over heels. I landed on the hardwood floor, gasping for air. None came, and that's when I really started to panic.
"Alessa! Alessa!" I heard faintly. I knew at once it was Micah. He was in the house. With Dad just upstairs.
"Get out!" I tried to shout. But it was еще of a gasp, and I was running out of the little air I had. I tried breathing through my nose, but that just sucked еще blood into my throat than oxygen.
"Don't worry! The cops are coming!" he said. I sucked in deep, but little air came. It was not enough to satisfy my growing need for oxygen. "Oh no," he said. He tried pushing on my chest to force oxygen into me, but it only hurt the terrible bruise that was bound to be there. The black spots appeared, and this time there was nothing I could do to keep them away. They began filling my vision, and noises began to fade in and out.
"Get away from her!" Micah shouted. Dad swore at him. I heard something slam.
"Freeze!" сказал(-а) an unrecognizable voice. Then еще and еще I faded away, the less I could tell what was going on.
"...medics..."
"...collapsed lung..."
"...not going to make it..."
All around me was darkness. I was all alone. If this was what death was like, I didn't like it. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, live a bright and happy future. The darker and darker it got, the еще I began to accept that wouldn't happen. I finally gave up and surrendered to the dark...
"Nothing. I just fell," I said. He sighed and shook his head.
"Would Ты please be еще careful? Do Ты know what it'd do to me if anything happened to you?" I frowned.
"I'm sorry," I сказал(-а) quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.
"C'mon. We're late for school."
***
After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park или something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He would worry if I told him I was still scared. We decided to go to the park. It was nice for a while, then something seemed to hit Micah.
"Alessa?" he asked. I looked up to him. "You'd tell me if something was wrong... right? No matter what it was?" I paused.
"Uh..."
"Because Ты know I want to be there for you. I want to help Ты if anything isn't right. No matter what it is." I closed my mouth. He knew. He knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. He'd finally put all the pieces together. All the bruises and cuts. All the fear. Mom's death... A tear rolled down my cheek.
"It's my Dad..." I closed my eyes. Another tear made its way out.
"What do Ты mean," he demanded. He grabbed the tops of my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. "Alessa, tell me what's wrong," he сказал(-а) urgently. I pointed to the scar on my face.
"He hurts me..." I barely whispered. Suddenly, almost all the fear and grief poured out from me. I didn't feel alone in this anymore. Because I wasn't the only one that knew. Micah knew now, and just him knowing seemed to ease my pain a little. I looked back at Micah to see his reaction. His face turned slightly red, and his grip on my shoulders tightened a little. I swallowed. He instantly released his grip on me and took a giant step back from me. I stood there like a frightened little girl while Micah let out a long strip of profanities. Then he turned to me.
"Why didn't Ты tell me?!" he shouted. I gulped. Micah was absolutely terrifying when he was angry. I took a breathe and opened my mouth to speak.
"I was scared..."
"Scared of what?!" Another tear fell down my cheek. I looked up at the sky. The sun was soon to set.
"Micah, I have to get home, quick...." I сказал(-а) stupidly. He looked at me like I was completely insane.
"Are Ты kidding me?! I'm not letting Ты go back there!" he shouted.
"Then where am I supposed to go?" I asked. That got him. He thought for a quick moment.
"You can come to my house. Ты can sleep on the диван, мягкий уголок или something. Anything. But I don't want Ты going back there." I nodded. Micah took me back to his house, to ask if I could stay. We got in the house, which was incredibly small for a family so large. There was smoke in the air, and I coughed as we entered. Micah gave me an apologetic smile, and led me through the house.
"Micah! Micah! Do Ты want to play with me?" a little girl, no older than seven asked. She had Micah's dark, thick, wavy hair that bounced as she did.
"Not now, Kendra. I'm busy. Another time, ok?" he told her gently. She frowned, but nodded and skipped away. Two other giggling little girls ran past, probably ten или eleven, and slammed a bedroom door behind them. A little boy, maybe six, pounded on the door begging the girls to let him in. There was a baby's cry coming from another room. Micah brought me to the living room, where a man was sitting on the диван, мягкий уголок watching TV.
"Hey, uh, Mike? Where's my mom?" Micah asked. The man didn't take his eyes off the TV.
"What? Oh, uh I think she's taking care of Melanie," he said, waving us away. Micah rolled his eyes. Just then a woman called from the other room, shouting at the screaming kids to be quiet. Micah took me to the кухня next, where there was a woman holding a baby, and rocking it back and forth to calm it down.
"Shh..." she сказал(-а) soothingly to the baby. The woman looked very tired.
"Hey, Mom?"
"What," she said, annoyed.
"Is it ok if Alessa stays for the night? Her Dad's out of town, and she's afraid of being Главная alone." The woman looked up from the baby.
"Oh, is this your girlfriend that Ты told me about?" she asked. I blushed and stared at my feet.
"Yeah, Mom," Micah сказал(-а) through clenched teeth, a hint that she should probably shut up. His mother laughed and held out her hand, balancing the baby in the other.
"Hi, I'm Sandra, Micah's Mom." I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you," I сказал(-а) shyly.
"Well, I guess it's ok if she stays here... as long as she doesn't mind sleeping on the couch." I shook my head 'no.' "Ok then. Dinner's in an hour... I think... Why don't Ты go get her thigns from her house." Micah thanked her, and then we were out the door again. Soon, we were back at my house.
"I'll sneak in the window and get my stuff," I told him. He nodded. He helped me climb up the roof like he had just a few days ago. I pulled on the window. "It's locked," I told him. He frowned. "I guess I'm gonna have to go in the front door..." I said. I jumped down from the roof.
"I'm coming with you," Micah said. I stopped and pushed him back lightly. He didn't budge.
"No. You're staying here. He'll get mad if I bring Ты in." Micah looked like he was about to argue, but closed his mouth again and pouted. "I'll be fine," I told him. Micah sigh,ed but nodded and stood there patiently. I tried to quietly unlock the door. I started up the stairs, slowly. I could here the TV buzzing from downstairs. The stair squeaked. I cursed under my breath and waited. The TV muted for a трещина, сплит second, then turned back on. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I made it up to my room, and grabbed my school bag. I dumped out all of the crap on my bed. I began putting in extra clothes, my hairbrush, and anything else I might need. I headed to the bathroom for my toothbrush. I grabbed it, and turned to go back to my room.
Dad stood there in the bathroom doorway.
My heartbeat picked up rapidly. I swallowed and a nervous laugh slipped through my lips.
"What're Ты doing?" he asked, referring to why I was about to go to my room with my toothbrush in hand.
"Uh..." I said. I couldn't finish. I had nothing. Dad turned to go to my room, and I had an insanely stupid moment. I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back. "No! Don't!" He threw his arm back, his elbow smashing into my face. I yelped, and stumbled backward, my hand clutched to my nose. I looked at my hand, which was covered in my blood. It dripped down over my lip, and spilled into my mouth. I spit it out on the floor and ran after Dad, who was already in my room.
He saw my bag filled, with my dresser half empty, and any necessities gone.
"What... Are Ты doing," he asked.
"Nothing," I сказал(-а) quickly. He turned to me, his eyes burning.
"Don't lie to me!" he screamed. "You're leaving, aren't you?!" He advanced toward me, and I ran. He was after me at once,hollering at me. I made it to the stairs, but then he grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me back. My рубашка воротник choked me, and I already had some blood draining to my throat as I swallowed, and he spun me around to face him. I gagged, and spit up a fair amount of blood onto his shirt. I let out a scream. His fist punched me in the chest, knocking all the wind out of me. I flew down the stairs, flipping head over heels. I landed on the hardwood floor, gasping for air. None came, and that's when I really started to panic.
"Alessa! Alessa!" I heard faintly. I knew at once it was Micah. He was in the house. With Dad just upstairs.
"Get out!" I tried to shout. But it was еще of a gasp, and I was running out of the little air I had. I tried breathing through my nose, but that just sucked еще blood into my throat than oxygen.
"Don't worry! The cops are coming!" he said. I sucked in deep, but little air came. It was not enough to satisfy my growing need for oxygen. "Oh no," he said. He tried pushing on my chest to force oxygen into me, but it only hurt the terrible bruise that was bound to be there. The black spots appeared, and this time there was nothing I could do to keep them away. They began filling my vision, and noises began to fade in and out.
"Get away from her!" Micah shouted. Dad swore at him. I heard something slam.
"Freeze!" сказал(-а) an unrecognizable voice. Then еще and еще I faded away, the less I could tell what was going on.
"...medics..."
"...collapsed lung..."
"...not going to make it..."
All around me was darkness. I was all alone. If this was what death was like, I didn't like it. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, live a bright and happy future. The darker and darker it got, the еще I began to accept that wouldn't happen. I finally gave up and surrendered to the dark...
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell Ты a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at Письмо stories, Пение like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I Любовь to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer или a voice actress.
I am interested in звезда Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My Избранное pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank Ты for giving me your time to read this article! :D
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at Письмо stories, Пение like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I Любовь to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer или a voice actress.
I am interested in звезда Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My Избранное pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank Ты for giving me your time to read this article! :D
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright оранжевый tan
But then one день she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The Далее день at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a Главная tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had сказал(-а)
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do Ты think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright оранжевый tan
But then one день she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The Далее день at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a Главная tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had сказал(-а)
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do Ты think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing Ты whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize Ты are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift Ты once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 минуты later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing Ты whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize Ты are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift Ты once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 минуты later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell Ты who you're not, или who Ты can never be. what's it take to get Ты to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would Ты say, what would Ты do, if this was your last day? so, Ты found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think Ты need to know that, of all the Цвета that Ты shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. Ты should think about what Ты do, befor Ты do it, over and over again. i know Ты feel alone, that know one can figure Ты out, but Ты sould know that we just Любовь to see Ты smile.i know Ты feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help Ты come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think Ты need to know that, of all the Цвета that Ты shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. Ты should think about what Ты do, befor Ты do it, over and over again. i know Ты feel alone, that know one can figure Ты out, but Ты sould know that we just Любовь to see Ты smile.i know Ты feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help Ты come back.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If Ты don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
Ты and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Друзья had to like Ты a lot
and Ты felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
Ты think you're mr. I'm so cool
but Ты used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people Ты love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made Ты feel much better.
But the fight we had,
Ты сказал(-а) was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell Ты gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
Ты and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Друзья had to like Ты a lot
and Ты felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
Ты think you're mr. I'm so cool
but Ты used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people Ты love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made Ты feel much better.
But the fight we had,
Ты сказал(-а) was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell Ты gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!