"Help me! P l e a s e. Somebody." She lay in her urine soaked pajamas as sweat and urine stink intermingled, mangling the soiled bedclothes."They're bugs! B U G S!" she screamed. "Someone, p l e a s e, help me,!" But no one came.
Five years old she lay in the bed of innocence thrashing, squirming, hallucinating from Scarlet Fever. In the doorway to her room stood a figure. She couldn't make it out, she hoped..."Daddy?" she cried. "Daddy. Help me! They're bugs. Please daddy, HELP ME," she pleaded. "I'll get those bugs," he promised as he moved slowly towards her bed. She could see the leather strap in his hand.
"Kill them, daddy!" At last, her hero, her daddy had come to rescue her from the onslaught of insects. He began lashing at them with his leather strap. He kept hitting...hitting...her. He wasn't killing the bugs, he was beating this tender bud of innocence; ripping the fragile bonds of parent-child trust, shredding her hope into fragmented years of patricidal suicide; raping her heart, filleting her fragile soul. She felt her little body sink into a curling mound. He doesn't believe me, she thought whimpering softly as she recoiled into a mound of liquid sobs.
So many unanswered questions: Can the scars of betrayal ever be healed? Can trust ever be restored? What irreconcilable traumas do parents inflict upon their babies? Do these unseen wounds ever heal? Or, will these nightmares forever remain unresolved in the shadows of a wounded-child's tortured mind?
Author notes
Prompt: Fractured
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you did a great job expressing a story and i know you had a line limit but i feel you left the story half done. but it overall was a well written story.
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this reminds me of my past. it made me cry...
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I enjoyed this story. It got me reading. and kept me reading. Its heart wrenching to hear about any kind of abuse against children. In my book there is no worse crime, than the ones inflicted on children, these wounds heal I think it time, with the proper course of treatment. I believe they can, but do they ever ever reeally go away..............I dont think so, the damage that is done to our young is just that way too damaging, maximum sentence would what I give anyone who did this, if it was in my power. tortured souls, both victims, usually the case. people are cruel. as to why,,,,,,,,its in mans nature...................great read
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tragedy...childhood and an adult's slaughter of trust.
The questions...I say everyday we slay our demons with hope.
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Oh my...it boils me to know end that there are parents out there like that are just monsters like that out there that attack God's precious gift to them. What a powerful impact to one who should care. In light I have to admit the first lines had me thinking about what the elderly go through needing someone to change them at night like I do, work has to get out of my mind...geez. Excellent sreaming out write to get those people that make someone a victim. Blessings.
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