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uzumerorin) wrote2013-09-07 11:04 pm
uzumerorin) wrote2013-09-07 11:04 pm
Entry tags:
Haven: July trauma bubble event
Warning(s): Blood, violence, child abuse
[ All you can see is the people around you. "Monster!" they're yelling, "Monster, you don't have any right to speak, words are for humans!" Someone kicks you hard in the stomach, another one else sends you reeling over as they kick your back. You land on the ground, and the red on your hands mix with the dirt as you scrape your palms bloody against sharp stones.
They are laughing, all around you. To them, you're nothing but filth, not a person, not even an animal. They take care of their animals. They like the rats more than they like you. They have made you feel like nothing.
Kicks rain down on you, and you curl up to a ball. You don't know how to fight back, doesn't know that such a thing is even possible. There's a sudden pain, different from the rest. But you have felt it before, you know what it is. Someone has a knife, or a sword, and there is a deep, blood-gushing wound across your back. The pain makes tears run down your face, but you're already feeling dead inside.
That's when they leave, with a last kick to the open wound that makes you nearly puke, but there's nothing in your stomach to throw up. They leave you to die in your own blood, and you feel like maybe you should. But somehow you can't, even as you stay lying on the dirty ground. ]
[ All you can see is the people around you. "Monster!" they're yelling, "Monster, you don't have any right to speak, words are for humans!" Someone kicks you hard in the stomach, another one else sends you reeling over as they kick your back. You land on the ground, and the red on your hands mix with the dirt as you scrape your palms bloody against sharp stones.
They are laughing, all around you. To them, you're nothing but filth, not a person, not even an animal. They take care of their animals. They like the rats more than they like you. They have made you feel like nothing.
Kicks rain down on you, and you curl up to a ball. You don't know how to fight back, doesn't know that such a thing is even possible. There's a sudden pain, different from the rest. But you have felt it before, you know what it is. Someone has a knife, or a sword, and there is a deep, blood-gushing wound across your back. The pain makes tears run down your face, but you're already feeling dead inside.
That's when they leave, with a last kick to the open wound that makes you nearly puke, but there's nothing in your stomach to throw up. They leave you to die in your own blood, and you feel like maybe you should. But somehow you can't, even as you stay lying on the dirty ground. ]