Crash
Life couldn’t get better than this. Zach looks so beautiful when he sleeps. Every breath he takes makes me realize just how much I love him. I would sacrifice my own well-being for this child. God gave me such a beautiful gift.
I walked towards the bedroom window watching the stars do their dance in the moonlight.
It’s 1 am and the phone’s ringing. As I answered, the voice on the other end made me weak to my knees.
“Hi doll, I’ve missed you so much.”
It can’t be! A feeling inside almost too familiar captivated me.
“Who is this?”
“I’ve been looking for you baby.”
“Who the fuck is this!?!”
“Forget me already baby? It’s Dillon. Open the door now!”
I’m trembling so bad, I can’t move.
“Sarah, I’m getting impatient now. Alright, I’ll let myself in.”
The glass shatters in the living room, and I tried running to stop him.
He caught hold of me, digging his fingers in my shoulder. I let out a yelp. Nothing can stop him. Does he know? Does he know about Zach, his baby?
“Where is he? Why didn’t you let me see him”
“You’re not a part of his life anymore. Let go of me”
He slapped me across the face and I fell to my knees. He grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me on the floor to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and I desperately tried to get free. He’s too strong for me. He pressed his body against me, hurting me. He liked to hurt me. It made him feel superior made him feel like God, powerful and strong.
He squeezed my neck tight. Tears running down my cheeks, I could see nothing but his smiling face.
Struggling to break free from his grip, I started to see flashes of my life. How he’d walked in and took control of me like he always does and how I let him do it. I trusted him and wanted him and he took advantage of me.
Zach was born, my angel. When I held him for the first time, I promised I would protect him with my life, feeling secure every time I looked at him. Knowing that nothing could hurt us anymore, we were always going to be safe. Everything started to fade away, I could hear my heart thumping in my head. I needed to do something.
I screamed so loud that my throat was sore. I ran to Zach’s crib and saw him still sleeping ever so peacefully.
It was just a dream, just another dream. I touched my neck and could feel it swollen. Was it really a dream….?
I walked towards the bedroom window watching the stars do their dance in the moonlight.
It’s 1 am and the phone’s ringing. As I answered, the voice on the other end made me weak to my knees.
“Hi doll, I’ve missed you so much.”
It can’t be! A feeling inside almost too familiar captivated me.
“Who is this?”
“I’ve been looking for you baby.”
“Who the fuck is this!?!”
“Forget me already baby? It’s Dillon. Open the door now!”
I’m trembling so bad, I can’t move.
“Sarah, I’m getting impatient now. Alright, I’ll let myself in.”
The glass shatters in the living room, and I tried running to stop him.
He caught hold of me, digging his fingers in my shoulder. I let out a yelp. Nothing can stop him. Does he know? Does he know about Zach, his baby?
“Where is he? Why didn’t you let me see him”
“You’re not a part of his life anymore. Let go of me”
He slapped me across the face and I fell to my knees. He grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me on the floor to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and I desperately tried to get free. He’s too strong for me. He pressed his body against me, hurting me. He liked to hurt me. It made him feel superior made him feel like God, powerful and strong.
He squeezed my neck tight. Tears running down my cheeks, I could see nothing but his smiling face.
Struggling to break free from his grip, I started to see flashes of my life. How he’d walked in and took control of me like he always does and how I let him do it. I trusted him and wanted him and he took advantage of me.
Zach was born, my angel. When I held him for the first time, I promised I would protect him with my life, feeling secure every time I looked at him. Knowing that nothing could hurt us anymore, we were always going to be safe. Everything started to fade away, I could hear my heart thumping in my head. I needed to do something.
I screamed so loud that my throat was sore. I ran to Zach’s crib and saw him still sleeping ever so peacefully.
It was just a dream, just another dream. I touched my neck and could feel it swollen. Was it really a dream….?
posted by Sarah at
14:09
8 Comments:
SARAHHHHHH wats all diz man....goddd i m sooo confused...n yet i m so worried...i told u dillon is history...he does not xist...n yet rite now u r havin so many gud thins to luk at....y do u keep gettin at stuff like dese...y....stop jus stop...stupid hun dun do diz to urselfff....u matter to a lot of ppl...DONT...calm downnn WOMAN ...muahh...
i think it was just a story n it had no reference to Dillon. Dillon was probably just a character in this story..
hmm..i hope so.
luv u Sawah..mwahhss
Aw wow !! Indeed a fine work of fiction. i think it to be a great peice of work the emotions you bring out. You have the talent of a great writer i must say. but as I read the comments applause turns to concern. Be careful young lady!!
Meenal & jan: This was pure fiction as Jan mentioned. Dillon is just another character in this piece.
Olivia: lmao, it's just the crazy things I do. If I didn't, that wouldn't justify the meaning to Letters Of Insanity...AT ALL!!!
Glenn:Thanks dude for both your praise and concern
EVERYBODY!!!: Sometimes when I'm at an extreme of an emotion ie; Anger,happiness or just plain confusion.
This was the extreme Confusion state, and I thought I'd do something wild!! whhoo hooo!!
i knew it :).
but i still dun see y wud u put dillon as a character...i thot i gave u enuf lecture to COMPLETELY erase dillon rite...i repeat COMPLETELY....den....even as fiction if i see or hear dillon arnd u rite i will shove a cue stick up ur ass:P
as expected of evryone who knows bout u n dillon....this entry totally freaked me out...god...it really scared me....n i think its amazing how uve manged to bring that much emotion in something so short yet innocent...i know that all stories come from either the experiences of others or urself...so this piece of writing...fiction or otherwise shows ur fears and the terrible past...i think its amazing u used it so creatively n put down those feelings into words...after all we trust alot of people...and shit more often than not...does happen...love u babe...mwah!
I will take your advice Meenal.
And Gail..
Thanks for your support and advice.
I choose to say nothing more as my mere existence is enough!
Lol, If that made sense to ANY of you, you're a genius
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