~nekochan~
02-27-2009, 01:10 PM
I'm going to try and pick up where I left off, so let's start from where I 1st began. enjoy..
Little Angelique
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a New Life and the End of Another
It's scary. It's dark. I can't breathe. It's cold. This room is scary. "Mommy. Mommy? Where are you? Help me... please," I pleaded quietly, at the brink of tears. There was no reply.
I didn't want to be here. But what choice do I have? My name is Angelique Rayne. And the darkness... is my punishment. I am seven years old and live in Aradia of the Land of Snow.
To my parents, I'm a useless, trouble making freeloader. But... that's not who I am. You'd think I would hate my parents. But the truth of it is, is I didn't. Not even a little. The room was cold so I wrapped my arms around my legs and curled up in a ball to keep warm.
The door creaked as it opened. My father stood there with a cold expression. "All right, you stupid brat. You've done your time, now come out and eat," he said.
I should be angry, but strangely, I felt relief, and grateful for my father. But I sat there, hesitating, but when I saw that his expression was getting impatient, I jumped up and gracefully walked past my father. I heard him mutter something under his breathe, but it was too low for my ears to hear.
When I walked into the kitchen, I stared at my plate on the floor. I walked toward it and stared at my father.
He glared at me for a moment. "Dogs like you eat on the floor," he said. Father walked and sat at his place at the table. He glanced at me with a cold expression still on his face. Once he saw my expression, his face softened and sighed, "It's part of your punishment.
Well, at least it's punishment as a human rather then punishment as a dog, I thought.
After dinner, I asked if I may return to my room. Father had hesitated but finally said, with an annoyed tone, " Do what you want in that dump. Just don't bother us."
He went back to reading the Daily News. And I said happily to my father, " Thank you father, thank you very much." He just grunted in reply and I skipped happily to my room. I slowly closed the door once entering my room. After a moment, I sprinted onto my bed and busted into tears. Why? I wondered. Why must it be like this? I slowly faded into unconsciousness. Halfway to passing out, the image of my father, my mother and I with my grandparents were together…of how it used to be and never will it again…
I wasn’t quite sure what had awoken me but… it sounded like something had fallen to the floor. I slowly sat up, listening to the sounds around me. There were footsteps, low but audible. It came closer until it stopped at my door…then as my doorknob slowly turned, I jumped out of bed and stood in a fighting stance.
Who could it be? I wondered. Suddenly, the door bursted open and slammed against the wall. A dark figure walked towards me unsteadily, like he might possibly fall down if he wasn't careful. He drooped towards me from side to side. So he's drunk, I clarified. Or something like that. As he approached me, I stood as still as I possible could, which might have been the worst mistake I could make in this type of situation. I squinted my eyes to clear through the darkness. This man... With great horror, I realized it was my Father.
"F-father?" I asked, slowly backing up towards my bed. "W-what are you doing here? You should be in bed." As I said this, it didn't seem like he was paying attention.
His hands slowly reached out towards my neck, limp. I froze up as what he was about to do caught up with me.
His hands squeezed my throat roughly. I gasped for air but received none.
I screamed out to him, a bloodcurdling scream with the last of my oxygen. I heard him gasp then his breathe caught. As he released me, I fell to the floor, gasping and breathing deeply through my mouth. Father stared at his hands and was quivering with horror. He too fell to his knees and began sobbing with his face in his hands. When I looked at my...Father, I could tell he did not know what he was doing. Must have been out of it I suppose.
I rubbed my throat gently then crawled to my father. I placed my hand on his shoulder and began rubbing his back with my free hand. He was muttering something I couldn't hear. I bent down to listen. His words were, "F-f-forgive me.. I-I didn't mean to-" he stopped. "I didn't know... forgive me, my Angelique. I'm so sorry." My mouth turned up in a grin. I touched my forehead to his and said, "Don't worry about it... Father." His breathe caught once more and he began sobbing on my shoulder.
When I was little, before my father's parents died, he used to sing me a lullaby. the words confused me. It seemed to have no meaning or theme to it but he told me, "You must search beyond the words and listen. Thats all. Just listen.
Fly, fly my little lullaby
Swirling with joy inside
The reflection of you stays with my heart
Cry, cry tears of joy
Open your, your heart to me
Let's dance to the beat
Soar, soar my little butterfly
Fly with bright bold, bold wings
The clouds can't bring you down
Move, move to the beat
Fly fly high into the sky
Let's sing to this song
He sobbed and sobbed for I don't know how long. It could be minutes, hours or it could have been morning already. After Father calmed down and finally went asleep, I began thinking. I now know. There's something wrong with my father.
Little Angelique
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a New Life and the End of Another
It's scary. It's dark. I can't breathe. It's cold. This room is scary. "Mommy. Mommy? Where are you? Help me... please," I pleaded quietly, at the brink of tears. There was no reply.
I didn't want to be here. But what choice do I have? My name is Angelique Rayne. And the darkness... is my punishment. I am seven years old and live in Aradia of the Land of Snow.
To my parents, I'm a useless, trouble making freeloader. But... that's not who I am. You'd think I would hate my parents. But the truth of it is, is I didn't. Not even a little. The room was cold so I wrapped my arms around my legs and curled up in a ball to keep warm.
The door creaked as it opened. My father stood there with a cold expression. "All right, you stupid brat. You've done your time, now come out and eat," he said.
I should be angry, but strangely, I felt relief, and grateful for my father. But I sat there, hesitating, but when I saw that his expression was getting impatient, I jumped up and gracefully walked past my father. I heard him mutter something under his breathe, but it was too low for my ears to hear.
When I walked into the kitchen, I stared at my plate on the floor. I walked toward it and stared at my father.
He glared at me for a moment. "Dogs like you eat on the floor," he said. Father walked and sat at his place at the table. He glanced at me with a cold expression still on his face. Once he saw my expression, his face softened and sighed, "It's part of your punishment.
Well, at least it's punishment as a human rather then punishment as a dog, I thought.
After dinner, I asked if I may return to my room. Father had hesitated but finally said, with an annoyed tone, " Do what you want in that dump. Just don't bother us."
He went back to reading the Daily News. And I said happily to my father, " Thank you father, thank you very much." He just grunted in reply and I skipped happily to my room. I slowly closed the door once entering my room. After a moment, I sprinted onto my bed and busted into tears. Why? I wondered. Why must it be like this? I slowly faded into unconsciousness. Halfway to passing out, the image of my father, my mother and I with my grandparents were together…of how it used to be and never will it again…
I wasn’t quite sure what had awoken me but… it sounded like something had fallen to the floor. I slowly sat up, listening to the sounds around me. There were footsteps, low but audible. It came closer until it stopped at my door…then as my doorknob slowly turned, I jumped out of bed and stood in a fighting stance.
Who could it be? I wondered. Suddenly, the door bursted open and slammed against the wall. A dark figure walked towards me unsteadily, like he might possibly fall down if he wasn't careful. He drooped towards me from side to side. So he's drunk, I clarified. Or something like that. As he approached me, I stood as still as I possible could, which might have been the worst mistake I could make in this type of situation. I squinted my eyes to clear through the darkness. This man... With great horror, I realized it was my Father.
"F-father?" I asked, slowly backing up towards my bed. "W-what are you doing here? You should be in bed." As I said this, it didn't seem like he was paying attention.
His hands slowly reached out towards my neck, limp. I froze up as what he was about to do caught up with me.
His hands squeezed my throat roughly. I gasped for air but received none.
I screamed out to him, a bloodcurdling scream with the last of my oxygen. I heard him gasp then his breathe caught. As he released me, I fell to the floor, gasping and breathing deeply through my mouth. Father stared at his hands and was quivering with horror. He too fell to his knees and began sobbing with his face in his hands. When I looked at my...Father, I could tell he did not know what he was doing. Must have been out of it I suppose.
I rubbed my throat gently then crawled to my father. I placed my hand on his shoulder and began rubbing his back with my free hand. He was muttering something I couldn't hear. I bent down to listen. His words were, "F-f-forgive me.. I-I didn't mean to-" he stopped. "I didn't know... forgive me, my Angelique. I'm so sorry." My mouth turned up in a grin. I touched my forehead to his and said, "Don't worry about it... Father." His breathe caught once more and he began sobbing on my shoulder.
When I was little, before my father's parents died, he used to sing me a lullaby. the words confused me. It seemed to have no meaning or theme to it but he told me, "You must search beyond the words and listen. Thats all. Just listen.
Fly, fly my little lullaby
Swirling with joy inside
The reflection of you stays with my heart
Cry, cry tears of joy
Open your, your heart to me
Let's dance to the beat
Soar, soar my little butterfly
Fly with bright bold, bold wings
The clouds can't bring you down
Move, move to the beat
Fly fly high into the sky
Let's sing to this song
He sobbed and sobbed for I don't know how long. It could be minutes, hours or it could have been morning already. After Father calmed down and finally went asleep, I began thinking. I now know. There's something wrong with my father.