I'M STILL LEARNING THE HARD WAY! | fireice at Writers-Network

Facebook

Twitter

Myspace

Email This

Join FanClub

View Portfolio

Author: fireice

Created: March 31, 2011 at 01:43 pm

Entry Type: Prose, G (All)

Category: Despair | Relationships | Abuse

Entry Stats: 5 Stars by 5 users with 5 comments 155 views

Please DON'T look FOR Me!!!!!

She sat crouched in the darkest corner of the closet in the house. Covered her body with dirty clothes, praying he wouldn’t find her out. Panic thoughts swam swiftly, white water surging through her mind. She could hear his footsteps falter as he stopped outside the door. As if a tornado, the door screamed out in pain as it was thrown against the wall, she raised arms of surrender as she thought of her girls. She would give her life to protect them from him.

Verbal lashings began in privacy. Turning into the blackest storm of rage you have ever seen. Each day she stood in silence as her self confidence and respect were stripped and burned at the stake. She silently bore his accusations, self defense not a choice. Past experience pursed her lips to save her from further pain. Each time it happened, fear scarred her mind. Sharpened knives sliced through her heart. Any soul she once had, left no passage back.

Hands in deep anger forced her into submission. Burning finger tips bruised her as she was caught unaware. If you looked at her physically, for the bruises were under her sleeves, there were no signs of the pain or agony she felt. Her mind took the abuse. Verbally he went to war against her as a traitor of? She was defenseless against his weapons. After each attack a speech he made, I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again. I’m getting better don’t you think?” Promises an illusion pacifier to whom? The monster screamed her name, as it attacked her defenseless. His anger pursued her as if she were a fox in a chase. Nightmare horror shows, riddled her thoughts as she laid sleepless feelings doused in terror rose inside her as she crept out of the bed. Her sweat coursed down her face, nightgown completely soaked as terror flooded her heart. Outside the door she almost fell in haste down the steps.

Panic led her to use drugs to numb her manic mind. Guilt rode her strongly, a role model she was NOT. She wore a cowardess’ cape. Her mind had been torn in half. Now calloused beyond recognition, her feelings hidden away, emotions and love left her to find another.

Knowing no other way out, she picked up her girls from school and fled.

Last Modified: May 13, 2011 at 06:21 pm

Author Notes

→ Critical Reviews Preferred

The author would love to hear your feedback but you must be logged in to do that. If you are a member of Writers-Network click here to login and review this writing entry.

Not a member? Not a problem! You can register here, it's free for everyone

Comments & Reviews (

X 7)

Desmond
September 17, 2011

Helpful:

An emotional piece of writing - that hits us straight in the face, the numerous unheard cries that daily surrounds her.

To stay or to leave maybe left unconsidered, for the sake of the children - until no more can or should be taken.
A depressing tale but oh so common and you have brought that nightmare into full view.
An excellent write - good work.

Additional Comments (1)

fireice
September 18, 2011
(Creator)

Barry, your words are definitely appreciated of my piece. Emotional, definitely. I do believe there are many out there who are mere shadows lost without personality of their own. I pray that these souls do have courage for their own children and themselves to find the help they need.

Have to go.

Take care .......

paSSionsburn
May 05, 2011

Helpful:

Powerful!

My friend..this piece is so powerfully penned..and I have personally (in the past) endured a very similiar situation. This spoke right to my heart. Good job my friend, BW

Additional Comments (2)

fireice
May 05, 2011
(Creator)

Thank you for your support. Sometimes I wonder if the pen is filled with blood from the heart. I know you know what I mean my friend.

Sorry to hear that you have had an experience similar for I would not wish it on my worst enemy. However I do not believe I have any of those, I hope?

Thanks you inspire me to continue.

fireice

paSSionsburn
May 05, 2011

awww you are welcome and you inspire me as well. in fact i think i will go take a look at a few more of your writes. your fan, caroline

rendacela6
March 31, 2011

Helpful:

Emotionally gripping

How many woman are in this situation...and don't have the courage to leave! I as well had to break the cycle.

Additional Comments (1)

fireice
April 01, 2011
(Creator)

Thank you for your kind words. I'm afraid it did come from t he heart. I can't really relay any more than the write for the pain still remains.

fireice

lovelyatheart
March 31, 2011

Helpful:

Intense!

I loved this. I hope it wasn't based on truth, but I understand if it was. I have some of these myself. (Roses without Love) check it out.
Above all else you captured the fear, hate, and numbness that pass through us. I like your style, you are very descriptive. I do thank you so much for sharing such an intimate write. Keep on writing, and keep it real!
Much love-
C.A

Additional Comments (1)

fireice
April 01, 2011
(Creator)

Thank you for your kind words. I write from the heart and unfortunately it can get into a very deep subject that leaves me spent. This is one of those. I've been working on descriptiveness to bring senses into the reader's mind envisioning what the topic is.

Again thannk you. I will review your write. Thank you.

fireice

asensation
March 31, 2011

Helpful:

Dark and deep

his is dark and disturbing and slice through the soul like a hot knife will through butter. It was surely written to cause maximum discomfiture and that it achieved. A tale of the abuse that can occur in relationships and the vicious never ending circle. it is a gripping tale that arrest the attention. Well written

Additional Comments (1)

fireice
April 01, 2011
(Creator)

I appreciate it that you read this prose. It took me a while to write it for I am afraid the subject was .......... Discomforture was not intended. Just a reality that can happen behind closed doors.

fireice