Dreamer

The bus dropped her off just a few blocks from home; while on her walk home she mentally tried to prepare herself for every disaster possible. This was the only way she made it through this time in her life. It was like praying to God every night before you go to sleep; although she herself had stopped praying, hoping, and wishing long ago.

Rebecca walked into Mount Shadow subdivision, it was a subdivision that you wouldn’t see somebody pull into unless you lived in it. It was known as a ghetto area and to outsiders it was like walking into the projects.

She walked down a few blocks and arrived at Howlet St in Mount Shadow it was one of the trashiest streets. She walked past several houses until she was staring at 84 Howlet, she took a breath and walked to the front door.

As she shut the door behind her, Jacob her step father was just sitting down on the couch and placing a sandwich bag on the coffee table.

“How was school?” he asked as he dug around in his sweatpants pocket for his pipe and lighter.

“I’m surprised that you would actually ask,” she said as she looked at him in disgust.

He was shirtless, she could smell his terrible BO, and he’d looked as though he hadn’t showered in three days.

A lengthy sigh came from his mouth. “I try to be nice and you act like a bitch, forget that I even asked.”

She looked at him in annoyance, as he took a few deep hits from his meth pipe. A most horrible and disgusting addiction in her eyes. She turned her back to him and went to her room.

In the house the one thing that separated her from her family’s drug use, was the lock on her door. She put her backpack down and drew her eyes to the window, she wondered if she’d have to escape tonight.

At least three times a week ranging from midnight to 2am she would sneak out her window and go to a friend’s house just a short ways away from her subdivision. Her friend Mandy would leave the back door unlocked and Rebecca would tip-toe downstairs to Mandy’s room and sleep on the floor, to get at least a few hours of sleep before school.

She drew her gaze from the window and collapsed onto her bed, starting to get sleepy and heavy droopy eyes she fell asleep.

The bedroom door swings open and Kay walks over to the young girl’s bed. Her legs were like Jell-O and she walked awkwardly toward the bed. She shook the girl a couple of times, she wouldn’t wake right away and she got frustrated quickly. She smacked the girl’s shoulder.

Rebecca awoke startled and had an immediate sense of panic, as she jumped upward to a sitting position  in her bed. She looked to her right expecting to find an intruder by her bedside.

In a slurred tone her mother said “Becky, Rebecky, you know where my cough medicine’s at?”

“OOH, MOM! You woke me up for that?” She yawned before answering her question. “No I don’t know where your bottle of cough syrup is.”

Kay grabbed her arm and squeezed it tightly. “Where is it?” She shouted, “ You didn’t hide it on me did you?”

Rebecca tried to free her forearm from her mother’s grasp. The pain radiated from her forearm to her shoulder. “AHH!            LET GO! AHH, I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT IS, AND I DIDN’T HIDE IT.”

Still shouting and sounding more serious and scary Kay said as she dug her finger nails into Rebecca’s skin. “Did you pour it down the drain? Huh? Did you?” Kay was now wearing a nasty, violent look.

Kay’s finger nails felt as though they’d made their way to Rebecca’s bones. The pain was horrid. “AHH! NO, NO I WOULDN’T DO THAT, PLEASE LET GO.” Tears began to roll down her cheeks, when Kay released her arm.

Rebecca looked at her mother terrified.

Kay looked at her daughter’s face, seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks upset her. She began to sob, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean. It’s this medicine, it makes me crazy.”

Rebecca had her guard up. “Then stop taking it.”

Kay’s sobs worsened. “I can’t baby, they- they- make- me-.”

“So extremely unstable,” Rebecca blurted out without thinking.

Kay looks at her and slaps her cheek with great force. “Sure like you’re so perfect,” she slurred in a violent rage. “You win a few writing contests and are heading for college, you think you’re better than me. Well if you were in pain like I were, you wouldn’t be so hot. You would have a shit life.”

Rebecca puts her guard back up. “What?”

She slurs her next sentence so badly that Rebecca could only guess that she said, “Yeah that right, hot shot bitch.”

Rebecca wanted her to just leave. “Hey mom did you check the bathroom for your medicine bottle?”

As if nothing had just happened between the two of them she says, “Good thinking baby doll,” and stumbles her way out of her room.

Rebecca walks over to shut her door and lock it, but the lock was already locked, so how did she get in? The best she could figure was that she hadn’t shut the door properly. This time she made sure that the door was properly shut and locked. Afterward she turned her attention to her arm. Her mother had broken the skin. She sighed in frustration and looked over at her alarm clock. It was a quarter to seven, she needed to do her homework. As she went to grab her backpack a massive fight broke out between her mother and Jacob. She knew that she could not stay here tonight; she grabbed her backpack and opened her window and lept over the ledge, and hit the ground thankful that the house didn’t have a second floor.  She closed the window and jogged to the end of the street. Then walked out of her subdivision down to the nearest bus stop.

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5 thoughts on “Dreamer

  1. Oh Chelsea… I don’t know where to start. You’re flipping tense again and you’re explaining things explicitly rather than showing them… you have redundant thoughts in here (like the dude who was gross; don’t say he’s gross, show us why he’s gross, we’ll get it).

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    1. I gave that section a look through and I agree with you. I should of given this a better look before posting it yesterday. Besides where I tell the part of the grossness of the step father are there any other areas that I’m telling rather than showing?

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      1. Rebecca walked into Mount Shadow subdivision, it was a subdivision that you wouldn’t see somebody pull into unless you lived in it. It was known as a ghetto area and to outsiders it was like walking into the projects.

        Why are you TELLING us it’s a ghetto area? Just show it.

        She looked at him in annoyance, as he took a few deep hits from his meth pipe. A most horrible and disgusting addiction in her eyes. She turned her back to him and went to her room.

        Why don’t you just SHOW her disgust instead of saying it like this?

        Still shouting and sounding more serious and scary Kay said as she dug her finger nails into Rebecca’s skin. “Did you pour it down the drain? Huh? Did you?” Kay was now wearing a nasty, violent look.

        Wearing a nasty, violent look? What does that look like? Why not show us what she looks like instead of telling us the effect of it?

        Too many other instances to mention, but that’s a few.

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