dont tell me to run away [standalone]
Feb 22, 2013 8:25:09 GMT -5
Post by willow . on Feb 22, 2013 8:25:09 GMT -5
PIPPA - LEANN - WILDER
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Counting sheep
I lay me down to sleep
But I see a sheep that will not leave
From the back they catch him in a trap
I lay me down to sleep
But I see a sheep that will not leave
From the back they catch him in a trap
[/i][/color]She wasn’t looking where she was going and it all came to her at once, the ground at least. The soft grass hit her like a hand, rough with callouses and anger seemed to pulse in the ground beneath her, crying then even wasn’t an option. So there lay the little girl, lying broken under the tree that she’s always come to adore so much, thanks to one little slip of a dainty foot. No one looks for her, no one cares. And her arms lay outstretched and she can finally stand up, with effort and annoying clicking noise in her left leg. Her arms are pulled to slim sides and eyes look ahead in such a forceful way that it would make anyone run.
It all started yesterday, as she was climbing that large tree outside her house, the one with the beautiful emerald leaves that catch on the fringe of her dress.
The pain ratchets through every bone in her body, one step at a time keeping her in balance as her arms swing uselessly at her sides. The tears begin to come as she steadily makes it through the door in her household home, the smell of beer passing over her white dress, stained in blood, the edges torn. Pippa is a monster from the story books, eyes dead and hands dripping with crimson liquid that coats everything in its path. No one can understand how she gets into such situations.
“What did you do to yourself, girl?” That’s the only voice that meets her as she walks past her father, a glass in his hands and eyes as hard as steel. He gets up; the entire table shaking under his immense weight as she tries to back away; hands clutched together as the blood circles her fingers. Pippa doesn’t like her father, he doesn’t like her either. She was a true mistake; he calls it, simply a result of one drunken night, never really wanted from the start.
“Dad, I fell from the tree out there.” She points to the large form standing outside, its only too soon before he grabs her hand and shakes her up and down. “What were you thinking you stupid girl, get yourself cleaned up now and don’t trail anymore blood into my house.”
“Yes.”
She listened to him, the big asshole that he was to her. She walked into her room and fed her rats, changing into a new light pink dress with cuffed sleeves and a bottom ringed with small pearls. It’s when she had the compelling feeling just to run and to collapse somewhere and never get up again. Its not that she hated her family, she loves them very much you see. Pippa just has trouble controlling emotions, sometimes it can consume her and bad things can happen. So it was then she just decided to sleep, to collapse and rush to a place in her dreams where she couldn’t be found any more.
Between sleep, visions pulled through her mind, infecting everything that rushed through the thickness of her evil thoughts. Nothing was real anymore, she was trapped, just a small girl in one solid white room. She saw herself wearing a white dress, soaked with blood and cut up, her hair billowing around her silver-lined face and eyes wild with a new sort of emotion that had never been expressed before on her small face. It was the feeling of pure terror.
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