A Fatal Favour

I winced in terror and anguish as I dragged my shaking toes closer and closer to the edge of the cliff base. I remembered the non-stop shocking and painfull nightmares, the momories of the brutal bashings, the second my boyfriend for five years dumped me for the new girl and the one memory I would never forget...1

I was lounging around restless on the ravled blue carpet of the livingroom watching my favourite television program 'The mentalist' while sipping on a staw diped in a coffe cup of Lemon flavoured ice-tea - my mother always a worry wart never allowed me to drink coffee which included the vairety of energy drinks, coffe and real tea. It was just like an average family potrait except for that my mother was out working late at the office, my father a continious alcholic even after spending 3 years in rehab was out drinking at Leo's Pub while I was left with my three year old sister who was upstairs heavy sleeping. 2

Then later on that night my father Mother came home only to see my father crashed and stoned on the livingroom couch, myself fast asleep on the floor under fathers feet and my little sister who must've woken sipping on father half finished bottle of Vodka Cruiser.3

"What on earth is going on here?!" The sound of my mothers demanding scream woke both my stoned father and I and my little sister suddnly stopped sibbing the bottle of alchol to only look at my mother in arupt worry.4

"What is Shania doing with this botltle? How old do you think she is?" She poited at the bottle then picked it up to only throw at me, slicing a patch of skin sitting on my scalp.5

She didnt stop yelling it was like one of the scenes from a drunked crime scene from underbelly. Me obviously the victem was on the floor bleeding, my dark brown hair smelly and suddenly red from the blodd that was oozing from the open wound on my scalp. My father got up and started to slap me across the face, each slap was like stabbing a knife through my achey chest. He began to swear that I was the worse thing that ever happened to him and my mother and began telling me that the only reason he drank was to entertain himself so he wouldnt have to put up with seeing me and to hear that was painfull, each stitch that held my emotion back altogether were suddnley beggining to tear apart, the overwhelming emotion burried deep forcing itself up further and further. 6

My mother did nothing, she stood there eyeing me dissapionted while holding Shania close by her chest. I knew what she was doing, she was protecting my sister from the monster she thought I was. She had blamed this whole scenario on me! She had though that I gae the bottle of harmful acids to Shania, she thought that I was the bad rolemodel who layed hopelessly on the floor...but I wasnt. 7

I couldnt bring myself to think afterall I was buried in the moment of getting brutalt bashed by someone who is ment to be my father. It killed me. If it wadnt my father who was going to mess me up and rip me up to bits, pain would sure replace that and do the job. I couldnt feel my head anymore except for a sharp, tingly pain comming from the left side of my scull due from the heavy fatal hits from my fathers fist.8

After minutes of brutal bashing from my father and swearing and yelling chaos from my mother I began to feel tierd and usless. I had no energy left to fight and to be homest I couldnt even get up because the burndent hole in my chest was swelling hurting. I gave up, I was alway a giving inner and alway would be, I was a failure and a magnet for trouble. A balckish cloud began to cover my eyes and a heavy blanket of blackness pressed forcefully down on my body causing every bit of my body to go numb, evry thought that spun around my head gone, I knew I was going to die and soon...9

The last though made me jump snapping the whole memory ut of my head quickly forcing me to reality. My life sucked there was not much of me that could doubt that, I was a usless awakness living in the perfect figures of hummanity. No one cared or even thought twice of me, always pushing and shoving me out the way including my parents and my sister who began to get bosy and threatening as she got older.10

I was going to give these people a break, leave them behind so they could live happily, I was going to give myself a break from the pain and anguish layed deep in the burdened hole in my chest. I dragged my toes closer to the edge one last time curling them up over the edge and set myself into a low crouch ready to jump.11

I breathed in heavily one last time and then flew myself over the cliffs edge leaving all the bad memories, nightmares and pain and life behind me. 12