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Name ForgottenShe sits on the bedroom floor with her arms crossed,frustrated.
What did he say? What did he tell her that shewas to tell those they were doing?
She wasn’t afraid of him in so many words, no it wasn’t fear, but rather fear of fearing him. She was afraid something would happen,something she dared not think about.She sat on the carpeted bedroom floor, and thought,the room was a dump but the clutter busily told us of theage of this girl, the stuffed animals, picture books, flowerprint, toy chest. It was cluttered but also it showed us of how young she truly is, five of six years that’s all.
House that’s it!
Her memory no longer eluding, shewas able to pull herself up and go out into the livingroom. She was surprised on how one asked her how herday was or how no one really tried to get her to lie forhim. The question she knew they’d ask was forgotten.She always thought herself older than her years.Subconsciously she knew he’d be back demanding morethan she knew she was giving, more than sheunderstood. More than she ever would understand. Shewas innocence, even though older than she looked, she
 
didn’t know that what he did to her was wrong. She onlyknew, and completely understood that he’d return.Demanding and if she refused, she didn’t know whatwould happen.~He returned, the next week the next day it didn’t matter,but he did return. They went into the unfinished basement. Herplayroom, it wasn’t much fun.‘What did you tell them we were doing?’‘House right?’ She answered‘Good Girl’She was glad for a moment that that wasn’t thewrong answer. The hours or hour that passed were long and felt likedays. He was quick and demanded much, she was happywhen he left. But sad cause he left here empty, feelingdirty and the emptiness stayed, forever written on hersoul.~She’s older now and she sits on a tire swing. The onewho took the innocence forever gone and far from being
 
forgotten. She doesn’t understand but she is empty andcan’t explain why. She feels so alone. So forgotten. Newtown, new house, no friends.` What do you think of the new girl? ‘Someone askson the swings. Not noticing ‘the new girl’ is ten feet away.‘Oh her’ the one spoken to answers’ ‘I hate her, whyis she even here?’‘Yeah I hate her too, I don’t know.’She sits still unable to move for fear and hurt, fearthat they’d see her and direct their comments to her. Likeso many things before.For fear, the next months are lived in it, which make itseem like years, (months as years and hours like days, nowonder she feels so old.) She learned to be afraid of herwords and actions for they were hated among her peers~She now a freshman sits in class. She is happy-if for ashort time, happy to be in this class, different from theone before, happy to be accepted, her shell coming lose.She loves these people.~Something broke one day, stress took over pain andgrief hidden away, took over, the happy girl left and ran
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