AbbyMac6453
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Whats going on people. My name is Abby. I'm 14 and gonna be a fish this year. YAAAAAA :) ya im kinda excited bout that. Anyway so Ilive in south Texas and i love it because it isn't ever to cold. which is great because i hate the cold x) Im a major blonde btw. Im always the last one to get the joke. but its fun and its me and i wouldn't change a thing.
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Cashier guy: Ok that will be 1.39
Me: Uh can I get a bag too please?
Cashier guy: *Gives me a weird look but hands me a small bag*
Me: Thank you I think people might look at me funny if they see me walking around the mall with animal crackers you know
Cashier guy: What just be like "YEAH I LIKE ANIMAL CRACKERS AND WHAT"
Cashier guy (As I'm leaving): DON'T LET THE HATERS BRING YOU DOWN YOU EAT THOSE ANIMAL CRACKERS GIRL!
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““Vincent, DON’T!” I
yelped as I threw myself towards Rhett with all the strength I
had. I slammed heavily against him and we both fell clumsily to
the grass. I bumped my head hard against his shoulder and I
looked up dazed to see him looking up at me, his eyes fiery and
angry. I understood where he was coming from, he wanted to fight
his own battles. He wanted to defend the girl, be the hero. But
he didn’t know that he would be losing this one without
me.
I was on top of him one minute and on the grass beside him in the
next. I opened my eyes to see Rhett spring up from the ground and
sock Vincent square in the jaw. Vincent’s head snapped
backwards but he was quick to return a punch across Rhett’s
cheek. Rhett’s body swayed to the left from the force of
the blow, but he returned fire as soon as he was hit. With every
muscle in his body, Rhett slammed his hands against
Vincent’s two, broad shoulders and tackled him. Rhett had
one hand on Vincent’s neck and the other slamming across
his face.
For a while, it really did look like Rhett was winning. Vincent
couldn’t keep up with the speed of Rhett’s hands.
But that’s when I saw Vincent’s hand digging around
in his pocket.
Out he pulled a shiny, recently sharpened knife.
“What are you doing, Vincent?” I asked as I
cautiously walked into the kitchen where Vincent was stationed,
pushing a knife back and forth on some sort of metal
stick.
“Well, moron, I’m sharpening my knife,”
Vincent grumbled as he violently shoved the knife back and
forth.
“Why?” I asked, watching and keeping myself a
safe distance away.
Suddenly, he stopped. He got up and took one step towards me.
“Because, Macey dear,” He looked up at me and gave me
a sly smile. I looked at him with wary eyes. “You never
know when you’re gonna need a good knife!” He laughed
as he jumped a step forward, his knife pointed directly at me. I
gasped as I stepped backwards, holding my chest as though my
heart would fall out of my body, it was beating so hard.
“Did I scare you, Macey?” Vincent’s smile
got creepier as he tilted his head towards me. Shivers ran up and
down my spine.
I directed my attention back to reality and caught my breath as I
realized just what was going to happen next.
At the incredible speed of light, every memory I ever had with
Luke flashed before my eyes. The last one, the one of his limp
body on my bedroom floor, stayed a minute too long before that
too, left my brain.
Getting myself up as fast as I possibly could, I ran towards
where Rhett was on top of Vincent. I saw him clasping his fingers
around the knife handle, preparing to strike. Realizing how
little time I had, I lunged toward them, arms outstretched,
praying that I’d reach Vincent’s ready hand.
My vision was beginning to become too blurry to see, but I felt
my hand slam against Vincent’s, dragging it downwards.
But I also heard a deafening scream.
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“RHETT, NO!” I screamed as Rhett
hurled himself at Vincent. Rhett couldn’t hear me, but he
could see perfectly well. But what he didn’t see was
something Vincent had in his hand.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I
murmured as Luke tried to shove his tongue down my throat. I
kissed him but pulled away anxiously. “He should be coming
home any time now.”
“Shh,” Luke whispered as he kissed my neck. I
rolled my eyes back into my skull as he pressed his lips on my
collarbone. “We both want this, baby.” He said, his
voice silk.
“Noooo, Luke,” I groaned as his hands gently
explored my body.
“Baby, I love you so much. I want you,” Luke
toyed with my tank top strap.
Soon, we were exposed things were going too fast. I wanted
him to stop, but then I really didn’t. I loved Luke, and he
loved me.
“You are so beautiful, Macey,” Luke muttered as
his lips glided across my bare back.
“No, Lukeeeey,” I moaned, losing all resistance.
Luke was on top of me and I gave him everything I had, as cheesy
as that sounds.
We were in the heat of the moment, we didn’t hear the
car tires. We didn’t hear the unlocking of the door. We
didn’t hear the stomping footsteps. We didn’t even
hear the door opening.
But we did hear his yell.
I snapped my eyes open in an instant and Luke lifted his head
and turned to the door.
He turned just in time to see the knife.
With his body on top of me, he was a clear target. I felt him
squirm as the knife sunk deep into his back. My breathing grew
short as his blood began to cascade down on to my body.
There was a faint ringing noise in my ear and it was becoming
louder by the second.
Slowly Luke's face turned to face mine. His expression was
permanantely frozen in a look that seemed purely terrified. His
eyes were wide as they met mine. I held my breath as they slowly
rolled back in his sockets so only white showed.
“SHUT UP, B*TCH,” I heard Vincent yell as the
noise in my ears stopped. I closed my mouth as I realized it was
my screaming.
Vincent roughly grabbed Luke’s body and flung it across
the room. “Let me make one thing clear,” Vincent
slurred as he unzipped his pants. “Boyfriends will not be
allowed in this house.” He slowly crawled up onto my
blood-stained bed and lowered himself on top of me. “Got
that?” He breathed in my face, his breath ridden with cheap
alcohol.
“Got it,” I whispered, tears streaking my face as
Vincent started to kiss my
chest.
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not your problems.
You have a big problem?
I have a bigger God.
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“You could have killed us!” I shouted as I stood up in front of Vincent.
“You will not raise your voice at me, little girl. Who owns you here?” Vincent’s lip curled as he snarled into solemn face.
I continued to stare straight into his eyes. They were black.
“GOD DAMMIT, ANSWER ME!” Vincent yelled at me.
“My mother! My mother owns me! You’re not even my real dad!” I closed my eyes preparing for the worst.
Vincent balled up his fist and slapped me hard across my cheek with it.
“I can do so much worse, Macey. Watch yourself,” Vincent grabbed my shirt and pulled me close.
His hands were dangerously close to my breasts.
We both froze as the sound of the front door unlocking reached our ears in the now silent living room.
Vincent quickly let go of me as we heard my mother’s cheerful voice. “Hello! I’m home!”
Vincent pushed me down to the sofa and walked over to the stairs. “You’re home early, honey!”
“Well, so are you!” I saw my mother come up the stairs and give Vincent a light kiss on the lips. “Mark’s kid got the flu, so he sent everyone home early.”
My mother was basically a grown-up version of me. She had given me her long blond hair, courtesy of her Swedish ancestry. She had given me her long, slender legs and her high cheek bones. The only difference between me and her were that I had bright green eyes that came straight from my father, while her’s were a brownish color.
“Hi sweetie! How was school?” My mother smiled at me as she made her way to the kitchen.
“Fine,” I answered, avoiding Vincent’s cruel eyes.
“She’s been planted on that sofa since I brought her home. She’s so lazy, I wish she’d get involved in sports!” Vincent smirked at me. My mother was completely oblivious to his disrespect.
“She used to be in every sport imaginable! She was great,” My mother’s voice wafted from around the corner. I smiled at the memory of how things were when I was a child. My mom in the stands, cheering her daughter on proudly and my dad on the sidelines, yelling orders from the sidelines. He always volunteered to be the coach.
“Huh,” Vincent chuckled lightly. “That was a while ago, eh? She’s really put on a lot of weight since then!”
My face fell.
“What was that, dear?”
“Oh nothing, hon. Just talking to our daughter,” Vincent winked at me. I scowled in response.
“But really, Mace. You should do something about those extra pounds. They make you look even more worthless than you already are. I’m just glad you’re not my biological daughter. I would be so embarrassed,” Vincent leaned towards me as though he was talking to a new puppy. “Now, why don’t you make yourself a little more useful by leaving us alone and going to your room for the rest of the night? You don’t need dinner anyways.”
I breathed in deeply to gather my emotions and stood up shakily. I looked at Vincent, all I got as a reaction was a sly eyebrow raise.
I bolted from the living room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom that I had to myself.
Being an only child had its perks.
I fumbled through the draws clumsily looking for one thing in particular.
One thing I always reached for when things went wrong.
One thing that was always there for me when I needed it.
I smiled sadly as my fingers found what I needed.
I slowly pulled up my sleeve. A neat row of wide scars greeted me.
I uncovered my knife and slowly added another to the row.
I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING EARLIER.
My internet went out because of some lovely storms.
But on the bright side, we REALLY NEED RAIN. So bring it, clouds!(;
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I stood there.
He stared at me.
I didn’t move.
He didn’t move.
The world around us was alive, but we were still.
And the longer I stood, the angrier I got.
Not just angry at Alora and Emmie for what just happened, but at this f*cking boy for being so rude and witnessing it!
And he was still staring.
With adrenaline pumping through my system, I bunched up my hands in tight fists and marched my high heels over to where the boy was sitting quietly on the fence of the parking lot.
He did not move.
But his eyes followed me.
I stopped just in front of him. “What the h*ll?! Why are you f*cking staring at me?!”
The boy was silent.
“Hellooooo?” I waved my arms dramatically in front of him like he was blind. “Don’t you have anything better to do than stare at me?”
Silence.
“Seriously? Are you seriously not going to answer me?” I crossed my arms and listened to the silence. “Wow, dude. Way to be a d*uche.”
He didn’t even flinch.
I looked to the ground and then back up at his face. There was something about it. He looked so compassionate, he seemed so sincere. Maybe that’s why I decided to actually confide in him.
“Well, since you have seen me being dropped by my friends and decided to remain silent about it, I’ll guess I’ll just explain what happened.” I could tell he was listening now. “I was telling my friends this big secret, like one of those deep dark secrets, and it was a really big secret. Like, life changing. Anyways, they pretty much told me to f*ck off and then they kicked me out of the car. Just like that. Dropped by my friends because of a secret that doesn’t really affect them at all.”
The boy stared.
I took that as a signal to keep going.
“And you know, it’s really hard, what I’m going through? No one understands.” I looked up at the boy’s unchanged face. “No one would believe me if I told them! They would say, nooo, he’s a nice man! But he’s not! He’s not!” And at that point, I broke down.
Every tear I have ever cried had a way of becoming the first drop of a rushing waterfall. Spilling from the top of my cheekbones and falling to the broken pavement with quiet, unremarkable splashes.
My words became unintelligible mutters as my thoughts became clouded over and scrambled.
We stayed like that for a while.
He sat perched on the top of the wooden fence next to the dumpster as I stood crumbling in front of him while my classmates chattered and laughed around us.
The day had begun without us.
The day had left us behind.
And no one seemed to notice.
And as I stared at the parking lot underneath my feet, I heard the soft thump of the boy’s sneakers landing next to my heels. Before I knew it, his sweatshirt-covered arms were around my shaking body.
One hand rested against my back and the other ran slowly over the back on my head.
I wiped my eyes clear of the blinding tears and peered up at his face.
“Who are you?” I whispered up at him.
His eyebrows bunched together and he tilted his head to the right in response.
I looked from one of his blue eyes to the other. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes shut.
My feelings where hurt. Why was I getting the silent treatment? “Just talk to me!”
His hands left my body and started to perform a dance. I stared, mesmerized. He looked back towards me expectantly.
“What?” I asked, confused by everything that was happening.
The boy sighed deeply and croaked out in a voice I could barely understand, “I’m deaf.”
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I clasped the rope in my hands and tried to remember what I had learned from my neighbor, Luke who was two years older than me, when he was in boy scouts.
“What are you doing here, Macey?” He said to me as I climbed through to hole in the fence.
“I wanted to play with you,” I mumbled, fumbling with the hem of my skirt.
“What, Macey?” Luke bowed his head and looked back at his friends pointing at us.
I opened my mouth to speak again but was cut off by one of the boy scouts, “Who’s that, Luke? You’re girlfriend?” Laughter from the rest of the troop was quick to follow.
I stamped my foot. “Shut up, Byron! Luke is not my boyfriend!”
Byron smirked at me. “Right, ‘cause you’ll never get one!”
I bursted into tears right then and there and the boys continued to laugh. This set Luke off and he told them to stop. He took me into his arms and pulled me close, wiping my tears.
Vincent wasn’t the one I had lost my virginity to.
Luke was. And he took his last breath shortly after.
A memory of Luke teaching me how to make a noose came to mind and I quickly finished it before it slipped away. Luke’s face in my mind made me cry harder.
I stumbled towards to stairs on the left-side of the stage and crawled up them, dragging the rope behind me.
I took one step out and felt the rafters squeak under my body weight.
I walked out to the middle of the rafter right on top of the stage and started to knot the rope around the rafter and let it hang down limply above the stage.
I closed my eyes and pushed away my tears with my sleeve and clumsily slipped it around my neck. I closed my eyes and gripped the side of the rafter and peered down.
I knew that once I let myself fall, there was no turning back. My neck would break and I would be gone.
The longer I stared down, the shakier I got. I was getting so scared. My thoughts were going through my head a mile per second. My soul was leaving my body and my knuckles were turning white. My vision was starting to get blocked as black spots cluttered my eyes and my ears were filled with a blaring ringing sensation now.
Maybe that’s how I never heard him coming up the stairs. But I did hear him scream.
And his scream startled me so badly, I lost my balance.
So, I guess I'm finishing out this story. For now.
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