The Girl In The Misted Valley, chapter 1
This is a story of a girl. You could call her normal but would be a complete and utter lie. She wasn't normal. She appeared it on the surface but her mind was swirling at every moment and never quite knew what she was meant to be thinking or doing. Her name was Ariel and she was 13 years old. One day she was just sitting on her bed alone in her room like every other day, waiting for her dad to come home in a drunken rage and hit her. She was living in a hell that she created.
She wasn't an easy child and could easily send any parent mad. She didn't mean to. It was the way she was and had managed to force her dad into hating her. Ariel's mum had killed herself just over a year ago after Ariel pointed out that her life was going nowhere, her daughter was basically insane and her boss at work was treating her like shit but because she didn't have any qualifications she couldn't get another one.
Ariel never felt an ounce of guilt about doing that. She didn't feel guilty about anything. Why should she? They are mean to her. She can be mean to them. Okay. This doesn't follow in civilised society. Two wrongs aren't meant to make a right but in her mind they most definitely did. A boy at school had thrown an orange at her because she was annoying him so she threw a pencil at his eye and blinded him. One of the teachers got so stressed with her and put her in a detention so she kicked the teacher and went home to get beaten by her father after he found out what had happened. She never fought her dad back. She had learned by now that it was hopeless. He out weighed her by about twice as much and had had a lot more practice than her at fighting. She would just attack some one in any way possible. No real moves or any order to what she was doing. Just go for it and hope for the best. Her dad on the other hand knew exactly what he was doing. He had been a wrestler when he was younger and had been in many fights at the pub. Some of which Ariel had witnessed herself.
All in all she wasn't happy. She had no skills and no way to escape the suffering that was her life. Every thing she did some one seemed to end up hating her for it. She stared out of the little window in her room and thought about the freedom she could have. It was far to tempting to just stay there sitting on her bed. Without a second thought about the consequences she jumped off her bed and walked over to her wardrobe. She pulled out several black tops she stuffed them into her bag alone with two pairs of jeans. One blue pair and one black pair. Before she left the room she looked at her self in the mirror. Her black hair fell over her face. She kind of looked like that girl from the ring. Her black hair looked permanently wet no matter how much she washed it and it fell in front of her deep brown eyes. She liked it that way. If it covered her eyes then people found it hard to know what she was feeling and she didn't want any one to know that.
With one last look at her self in the mirror she walked out of the house. She found tears welling in her eyes. Oh well. Nothing new for her there. Her life was filled with crying and screaming with all the pain.
She was standing on the edge of the street when her world came crashing down on her. All her stuff was in a backpack and was weighing her down which meant she couldn't run or even walk very fast with out tripping up. When there, coming around the corner, was her dad's car. Her eyes fell and turned a darker colour like they did when she was freaked out. His eyes had locked with hers.
"ARIEL!" He screamed as he swerved his car, which stopped just in front off her.
"Fuck!" She whispered frantically and dropped her bag on the pavement and ran off down the street.
Without getting out of his car he chased after her. "Ariel fucking get back in that house now or I'll fucking pound you bitch!"
"You're gunna beat me up anyway." She flicked around a corner into an alleyway and heard the car smash into something. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." She kept whispering to herself. "He's fucking drunk."
Silently she ducked behind a garbage can and waited for it to be torn away from in front of her eyes at any second and to reveal the face of her father twisted with rage. But nothing happened. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to god he wouldn't find her. A hand was placed on her shoulder. She screamed at the top of her lungs and spun around to feel a fist smash into her face. Her father's firm hand wrapped around her neck and pinned her up against the wall. She kicked her legs madly in a desperate attempt to get him off but it was no use. Breathing became difficult and her brain started to swirl again. Nothing that was happening made sense. Why had she run away? Why was this happening? Why didn't she fight back?
She scrunched her eyes up, wishing she wasn't there and than she had a different life. That none of this had happened to her. Her eyes has stopped working and she was about to black out when there was a loud, low scream of pain and she fell to the floor. The 13-year-old girl looked up to see two blurry figures standing on either side of her. Fear raged through her body. She could just tell that one of those people was her dad and at any moment he would put his hand to her neck again and end her life.
***
Nothing was coming to my mind. Just fear. Fear and hopelessness. As all this information tried to get into my mind it became too much. I saw one of the figures draw closer to me and their hand move towards my face then there was darkness. Not darkness...Nothingness.
She wasn't an easy child and could easily send any parent mad. She didn't mean to. It was the way she was and had managed to force her dad into hating her. Ariel's mum had killed herself just over a year ago after Ariel pointed out that her life was going nowhere, her daughter was basically insane and her boss at work was treating her like shit but because she didn't have any qualifications she couldn't get another one.
Ariel never felt an ounce of guilt about doing that. She didn't feel guilty about anything. Why should she? They are mean to her. She can be mean to them. Okay. This doesn't follow in civilised society. Two wrongs aren't meant to make a right but in her mind they most definitely did. A boy at school had thrown an orange at her because she was annoying him so she threw a pencil at his eye and blinded him. One of the teachers got so stressed with her and put her in a detention so she kicked the teacher and went home to get beaten by her father after he found out what had happened. She never fought her dad back. She had learned by now that it was hopeless. He out weighed her by about twice as much and had had a lot more practice than her at fighting. She would just attack some one in any way possible. No real moves or any order to what she was doing. Just go for it and hope for the best. Her dad on the other hand knew exactly what he was doing. He had been a wrestler when he was younger and had been in many fights at the pub. Some of which Ariel had witnessed herself.
All in all she wasn't happy. She had no skills and no way to escape the suffering that was her life. Every thing she did some one seemed to end up hating her for it. She stared out of the little window in her room and thought about the freedom she could have. It was far to tempting to just stay there sitting on her bed. Without a second thought about the consequences she jumped off her bed and walked over to her wardrobe. She pulled out several black tops she stuffed them into her bag alone with two pairs of jeans. One blue pair and one black pair. Before she left the room she looked at her self in the mirror. Her black hair fell over her face. She kind of looked like that girl from the ring. Her black hair looked permanently wet no matter how much she washed it and it fell in front of her deep brown eyes. She liked it that way. If it covered her eyes then people found it hard to know what she was feeling and she didn't want any one to know that.
With one last look at her self in the mirror she walked out of the house. She found tears welling in her eyes. Oh well. Nothing new for her there. Her life was filled with crying and screaming with all the pain.
She was standing on the edge of the street when her world came crashing down on her. All her stuff was in a backpack and was weighing her down which meant she couldn't run or even walk very fast with out tripping up. When there, coming around the corner, was her dad's car. Her eyes fell and turned a darker colour like they did when she was freaked out. His eyes had locked with hers.
"ARIEL!" He screamed as he swerved his car, which stopped just in front off her.
"Fuck!" She whispered frantically and dropped her bag on the pavement and ran off down the street.
Without getting out of his car he chased after her. "Ariel fucking get back in that house now or I'll fucking pound you bitch!"
"You're gunna beat me up anyway." She flicked around a corner into an alleyway and heard the car smash into something. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." She kept whispering to herself. "He's fucking drunk."
Silently she ducked behind a garbage can and waited for it to be torn away from in front of her eyes at any second and to reveal the face of her father twisted with rage. But nothing happened. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to god he wouldn't find her. A hand was placed on her shoulder. She screamed at the top of her lungs and spun around to feel a fist smash into her face. Her father's firm hand wrapped around her neck and pinned her up against the wall. She kicked her legs madly in a desperate attempt to get him off but it was no use. Breathing became difficult and her brain started to swirl again. Nothing that was happening made sense. Why had she run away? Why was this happening? Why didn't she fight back?
She scrunched her eyes up, wishing she wasn't there and than she had a different life. That none of this had happened to her. Her eyes has stopped working and she was about to black out when there was a loud, low scream of pain and she fell to the floor. The 13-year-old girl looked up to see two blurry figures standing on either side of her. Fear raged through her body. She could just tell that one of those people was her dad and at any moment he would put his hand to her neck again and end her life.
***
Nothing was coming to my mind. Just fear. Fear and hopelessness. As all this information tried to get into my mind it became too much. I saw one of the figures draw closer to me and their hand move towards my face then there was darkness. Not darkness...Nothingness.
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