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Wow, the writing is amazing, and the story is kinda scary.

Never Coming Home

And so I pulled the headphones down over my ears, blocking out the yelling, the hostility, the world.
They've been screaming at each other all morning: my mom and my dad. I thought they were just acting at first, but now I can hear their deranged ranting over my music, and even my favourite song on full volume can't drown them out.
It's been happening quite a lot recently: mom will ask dad to put a bit more effort into looking after the house, or ask for him to fetch groceries. Dad will moan that he works 6 days a week nine 'til seven, and that he needs a break, the least he needs is more stress. Mom will retort, saying that he's just a lazy beggar. Their pained smirks melt into fierce grimaces, and their calm voices become loud and crazed.
It's so distracting now, I can't concentrate on the music, or anything for that matter. I haul myself up off the bristly carpet and go up to my bedroom, where hopefully I will find peace.
I'll take that back. Molly has attached herself to my leg, and is crying, terrified of the loud noise. I can't just pull her off me and leave. She's my little sister, just turned 5 yesterday. She got no cake, no presents, no birthday hug. But she's not disappointed; its the norm for us.
Our family has no money, I've resorted to stealing odd apples and dropped grapes in our local supermarket, to keep us alive. Mom usually forgets about the weekly shopping trip, and wastes the housekeeping allowance drowning her sorrows night after night. It's so depressing, but you get used to it. It's no good trying to ask mom to stop drinking, she just smacks you across the legs and throws insults at you.
A sharp sound echoes around our bare house... it sounds like a smack. I guess dad hit mom again. Only I can't hear her stumbling and drunken cursing as she tries to retaliate.
I drop my earphones on the floor, telling Molly to stay where she is. She nods, sucking her thumb.
I hurry down the stairs, apprehensive. I'm not sure what I'll find. I've had to call the police on dad a few times, after he knocked mom unconscious. I remember when he turned on me, and I spent the night in intensive care with a broken leg from where he cracked me with a baseball bat for being insolent.
I hear the lock click in our door and scurry into the lounge. Dad's gone. Mom is lying bleeding on the carpet, her arms and head crying crimson tears.
I'm so scared, I run to fetch my mobile, amd punch the keypad, dialling 999. I am shaking uncontrollably - I've been in this situation many times before, but this is different. I'm scared for my own welfare. I don't care about mom. I HATE dad. I don't give a darn about whiny little Molly. I'm running away.
I give the details to the lady on the phone, she tells me an ambulance is on the way.
This is my chance.
I'm seriously gonna make a run for it.
I run upstairs and pick up my headphones. I'm not taking any clothes, I don't have time to pack. the ambulance will be here any minute. I kiss Molly's cheek and she looks up at me with watery, red eyes. I feel so guilty.
...no I don't.
I'm SICK of being everyone's last choice, the person you feel sorry for. Well, they lost their chance. I couldn't care less about them. I push Molly over and sieze my phone off the bed. I pull on my scuffed trainers, though I have to scrunch up my toes to get them on. I bolt down the stairs and dive for the front door. I blow a final kiss to my mom, who is still sprawled motionless on the floor.
I leave the door wide open so the paramedics can get in quickly. I don't really want mom to die, even though she couldn't care less about me...
As I walk up the street, I feel resentment for leaving my mom. I keep looking back at the house, in case someone goes in and tries to steal anything or hurt Mom even more. I'm regretting not bringing a coat too. The bitter morning breeze burns my grubby face, my pyjamas are thin and threadbare and don't help keep me warm at all.
Hello Past, stop tapping me on the shoulder - I'm not looking back. I'm starting a new life, under a new name. I won't be a shy little kid any more... I'll be a rough street girl, who won't take any rubbish from anyone.
I am Trinity Rose Tyler, and this is my new life.
I have nowhere to go.
I am so hungry.
I am lonely and cold.
But at least I can start afresh, a new beginning...
It's the beginning of the end.
Eager to escape my past, I dart out into the road, paying no attention to the car that was desperately trying to swerve out of my way. It didn't swerve enough. I heard the piercing scream as I smashed into the bumper, my neck crunching as I impacted on the tarmac road surface.
I must be dead.
I'll join the Black Parade... just like in the song...

...

I eventually wake up again. I see no people in military jackets, no black snow spiralling from the heavens. All I see is the tiresome pattern of tiles on the ceiling and a drab yellowish wall to my left.
There's a persistent BEEP too, I try to move and find out the source of the noise, but I am anchored down to the bed I am in, all sorts of wires connecting me to large grey machines. It hits home: I am in a hospital. I am not dead.
But what is about to happen will make me wish I was...


I hear a nurse, she drops her voice as she nears my bed; whispering in a tall brawny man's ear. He looks to me, unsure of how to react to my current state of health.
I try to focus on him and get up, but a sharp pain and a sudden realisation knocks me back.
He looks into my eyes, and I glare back.
My memory is returning, I know this man all too well.
"Here you are Mr Newman, she's only just woken up from the sedatives. Don't startle her," the nurse mutters urgently, obviously busy and not in the mood for a chat.
I hear a mumble. I recognise the voice, only I remember the voice raised, yelling.
Oh God, oh God.
It's Dad.

There he is, standing over me, his face emotionless. My own face is almost as blank, I don't know what to say. I have a million words lined up ready to show my dad how I feel, why I ran away. I'm remembering what he did to mom. As much as her self-obsession and selfishness annoys me; what he did was very wrong. VERY wrong.
Things are taking a turn for the worse: Dad tells me about mom, she is just down the corridor in intensive care, her life slipping away. He explains how he is under arrest, though he was allowed to see me under special circumstances.
A policeman who I had failed to notice lurking at the edge of the ward steps forwards and tells Dad that his time with me is up. I'm actually thankful: I keep seeing his face in my mind; contorted into a sick evil smile, my own mother's blood on his hands.
As he is led away by another police officer, Dad looks back at me, forcing a smile. I look away, I can never forgive him.
"Are you okay Rebecca?" the policeman asks, taking my hand.
I suddenly remembered my decision to restart my life; the decision that had clouded my concentration, to the point where I had failed to notice that car. The car that tried to kill me.
"Pl...please call me... Trinity Rose Tyler, officer," I stutter, tears welling in my eyes as I relive the fateful moment this morning, when I first heard the hard slap downstairs.
The police officer examines a clipboard he has tucked pretentiously under his arm.
"According to my records, your surname is Newman. You are Rebecca Newman. Understand? Now I get that you could have concussion, but surely you must remember your own name?"
"My name IS Rebecca newman. But I'd ra-rather you called me Trinity Rose...Tyler. Personal reasons," I muttered, stumbling over syllables, trying deperately to sound convincing.
The policeman shook his head pityingly and whispered in my ear: "Okay, 'Trinity', your father is under arrest on charges of attempted murder and domestic abuse."
I drew in my breath deeply, then closed my eyes; at a loss. I had nothing to say, words failed me.
"Once you are released from hospital, you will be staying with your aunt. However, if your father is cleared of the charges before then, you will be staying with your dad."

I felt like screaming, but I couldn't manage it: I would be staying WITH MY DAD.
I am going to KILL myself before then, I promise you that.


It's been 4 days since the accident. I'm still in hospital, but instead of lying listlessly on the bed, I'm in my wheelchair - waiting for the 'surprise visitor' my nurse had told me about. I'm in my own clothes too, the police brought most of my belongings up to the ward so I changed out of my revealing hospital gown as soon as I could. Pondering the events of the last week or so, I near another nurse call from behind the curtain surrounding the bed.
"Your guest is here!" she shouts chirpily.
I shuffle awkwardly, my giant plaster cast irritating me greatly. I sit up a little straighter as I watch Molly walk towards me, clasping the nurse's hand. As soon as she sees me, she shies away for a moment, then runs up to me and starts jabbering in my ear:
"Becki Becki! I missed you, big sister!" she gabbles, craning her neck to kiss my cheek.
I can feel tears pricking in my eyes: how can I be such a bad big sister to this little angel?
I pay little attention to her random conversation, until I hear her say this...
"...Daddy said I'm not going to live with you and him any more. Mommy is up with the angels now, and he can't look after me well enough 'cos I'm only little!" she says, obviously not understanding what she's been told.
The nurse looks shocked, and leads Molly away. I burst into tears as I watch my little beautiful look over her shoulder at me, waving and skipping along merrily at the nurse's side. She clearly wouldn't be so jovial if she understood what being 'up with the angels' means. Though I don't believe in angels, blowing their celestial trumpets. I believe in the Black Parade...


I'll write more after tea. XD

But what's the black parade?

Dang you and your natural talent at literature! D:

Very well written...honestly, you've captured a lot of real life scenarios in your writing, not just one or two being possible, but all are likely (sadly).  It's a great talent to be able to take writing and make it into a life.

Bump It Up ^-^

Death_Wish wrote:

I like it a lot.
And don't make it less dark or scary or whatever just because some people say it's too much like that-It has a perfect amount of darkness. 
Can't wait to read more, when are you planning on writing the rest?

Thank you! 
Yay, someone who appreciates a dark read :')

...now, if you want? XD I'll write the next part, editing the most recent post with the story on. :3

PlutoIsHades wrote:

Amazing!  Can't wait to read more!

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

werdna123 wrote:

But what's the black parade?

I was just getting to that ;D It's a place that supposedly you go after you die, a parade where you are welcomed into the afterlife. People who believe in it are usually emos, as the concept of the Black Parade was invented by My Chemical Romance's singer Gerard Way. Watch the 'Welcome to the Black Parade', that shows you what Rebecca/Trinity believes in :3

Is it what you do too?

You are an incredibly talented writer. o.O

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

Qwiffles wrote:

You are an incredibly talented writer. o.O

You really think so?!

Thank you! >w< *Hugs*

I don't think so, but glad you do! ^^;

You are. I have a suggestion though-Make leaving Molly more realistic. I don't think anybody would leave their 5 year old sister, just shoving her and leaving.

Death_Wish wrote:

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

Qwiffles wrote:

You are an incredibly talented writer. o.O

You really think so?!

Thank you! >w< *Hugs*

I don't think so, but glad you do! ^^;

You are. I have a suggestion though-Make leaving Molly more realistic. I don't think anybody would leave their 5 year old sister, just shoving her and leaving.

Thanks ^^
I would have, but I wanted to express the haste in which Becki/Trinity left the house. She wanted to leave quickly and without being upset over abandoning her family. But yeah, I'll look back over that later. :3

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

KyleK7 wrote:

scimonster wrote:

Not too scary. I suppose, but I don't usually read stuff like this... 

Trying new things is fun :3

Like eating a potato when you've never eaten a potato before.
:DDDD
Like a discovery of potato :OOOO

What if I hate the potato??