~*Broken*~ ||By WhiteWolfAmber|| Please tell me yo' thoughts

[.:Amber~]

Chapter One ~ The Assault

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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY DISTURBED BY VIOLENCE AND MILD NUDITY!







My foster father looked down at me. I was crouched low in the corner of a dark room, spatters of blood lay all over the tile. Blood from my forehead gushed down, streaming across my face and onto my shirt. I didn't know why my father hated me so much. Dis he adopt me to abuse me? I didn't think I would even live to see my tenth birthday.

"Why couldn't you have been a better son? I adopted you, so you should respect us!" My father said, his voice sounded like the speak of the devil when he talked to me. I slunk back further into he corner as my father approached me, hs steps were taken very slowly. It wasnt until he put his left foot forwards when I noticed a small blade clutched in his hand.

My heart raced like the derby horses as they ran towards glory on dirt tracks. My two brothers, who were the born children of my foster parents stared. They sat beside each other on the kitchen counter, smirking.

A few tears ran down my face, causing the blood to smudge around my cheeks. I was beginning to grow lightheaded from the cut on my forehead, which had been delivered by my father, along with the help of a pocket knife. "You could have tried Dane. If you had been a better son, none of this would be happening, and you would see your tenth birthday, which we would have celebrated."

I couldn't believe my parents never got over it. Ever since the day I was six and was tossing a football around with my brothers, who were nine at the time, I accidentally bumped into a 500 dollar vase, causing it to shatter to pieces on the floor. I don't understand why they do this so badly, though it was a complete accident, and they bought another vase. Even my brothers turned on me that day, I guess they must hate me more than I though, for they're smiling like they would if a movie star offered them a million dollars while they're watching my father lurk forwards, about to kill me.



I looked around the house. Suddenly, I noticed a window behind me. The only way to stay alive would be to jump through. I had no choice.

My father then drew the blade, twirling it around in his hands, pretending to admire its thin edge, while in reality, he was making sure I would see the last thing I felt.

I knew I had to jump, but I was nearly paralyzed by fear. My entire body was madly shuddering and an immense chill ran down my spine. My stomach churned and I felt sick, I would have probably thrown up by now if I had any food in my body. I guess I would just cough up a bunch of blood and then be freed from this cruel world.

No, I was going to live.

I suddenly leapt up onto my feet and ran towards the back wall. My father turned towards me, the rage was clearly visible in his eyes. "You b*st*rd!" He shouted, and I ran towards the window.

Once I was close enough, I leapt. The glass all around me shattered, and a large piece went straight into my shin. Once I landed on the grass outdoors, I turned around to remove the shard, only it wasn't a piece of glass, it was the blade.

The door then violently swung open and my father ran over to me. I pulled the blade out of my shin, screaming in agony as the blood poured down my leg. When I opened my eyes, I saw how close my father was. I ran about twenty meters when he grabbed me by the back of my shirt.

"Fine, you can live, but never, ever come back to this house, or I will give your head to the dog." I looked over at him, his anger could be replaced by nothing. "No, I can't let you off this easily, you aren't taking anything with you."

This confused me, for I wasn't carrying anything. I guess I was too late to figure it out when my father tore my shirt off my body.

He stabbed my skin right in the side, and didn't even take the blade out. I screamed in pain as a few more tears ran down my bloody cheeks. Once I had fallen onto the ground, he ripped off the rest of my clothes (O_o).

This was worse than death. My brothers had moved outside to watch. My father then picked me up by my hair, which just reached past the bottom of my ears.I let out another agonizing scream as my father carried me out to the woods.

I couldn't tell how far my father walked, but it must have been at least three miles, for we had reached the river where my father had taken me fishing when I was five. I knew we wouldn't be fighing though.

My father then flung me onto a large flat rock. I screamed as the blade hit the surface and caught onto it, causing it to rip down my rib cage even further. I vomited up a bunch of blood as I heard my fathers footsteps crunching on the dead autumn leaves.

I looked at the blade, which has ran down my side at least six inches. I screamed in agony as I tore the blade out, which must have taken out my remaining strength.

Here I am now, freezing, stripped, bloody and dying.

[.:Amber~]

Sorry if this disturbed you, I actually felt a bit sick while writing this, lol

[scmarshtacky]

This is good! It may be bloody, but at least it isn't horribly graphic so far, and the action and suspense was great. Hope you write more soon.

[.:Amber~]

Want me to get started on chapter two? I'm so glad you like it!

[scmarshtacky]

Sure! I'd be glad to read more. ^^

[.:Amber~]

alright, I'll get to work

[~Neko Ears~]

Cool! (:

[Avril_Lavigne91]

This story is so awesome!

[Rocais]

Wow! This is AMAZING!! When it ended I was all like "nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!"

[.:Amber~]

Chapter Two ~ Insulted

Two and a half years later

I still have nothing, nothing but a huge scar on my side, given to me by my foster father, who must've come from hell. Nobody has ever helped me. I still have no clothes, no home, and nobody with me. It hurts when I look at my rib cage, all of my bones are easily visible, and I can count each rib without getting confused. I may as well die of starvation soon.

I don't know how long it's been, but I've gotten a bit taller, I must have lost at least fifteen pounds though, even though I was barely fed ever since I broke that vase.

My stomach growled, I could have sworn there were two tiny wolves in there, fighting over what was left inside of me. I had been walking for days, trying to find something to eat.

I then collapsed. My body was far too weak and my legs felt like twigs. A cramp in my stomach was forming from all the walking.

Suddenly, I saw something. Right in front of me, lay an oddly perfect stick carved on the top to look like a spear. I mustered up all the strength I had in my body, picked up the stick and stood up.

Before long, I had brought down two fish from a nearby river. As long as you stuck a worm in the water, they would swim right up to you. They were easily cooked, for I had been working with fire for a long time now.

For once in such a long time, I felt slightly satisfied. Though my stomach still growled for more, it was much softer and less disturbing. I stood back up and continued walking. My feet numb, for the snow bit at my toes like bugs. I looked down, they were almost white, some of the blood in my feet must have frozen.

I looked back up. My teeth chattered and I could see my breath and my body shook from the cold. I wished that this forest was made out of something more than trees and frozen ponds. It would have been a lot better if there were some large rocks that made a cave - like formation, or a thich tree with a hollow inside. I knew there wouldn't be any of those, so I sighed and walked on.

Suddenly, I saw something bright moving behind me. I dove behind a bush and watched as two children who were a bit younger than myself ran around in a clearing, enjoying the snow. I jealously looked at their huge puffy coats and large snow pants. I watched as the younger girl threw a snowball into the boys face, and he then threw one, knocking off her hat in return.

I wished I had a sibling, someone I could be with. Living alone in the forest is like being trapped in some black, endless space.

"Hey, what's that!?" The boy said, he was gesturing his pointer finger in my general direction. My eyes widened, I had obviously been seen without any clothing by many animals, but never by another person. "What if it's some wild animal, like a coyote?" The girl said and stepped behind her brother. I silently sighed in relief. "Good point, lets go tell mommy there's something wierd in the woods." The two kids then ran off.

I quickly ran off, leaving footprints in the deep snow. Soon, I came across a large boulder, which I leapt behind.

Minutes later, I saw two adults run into my field of vision. "We won't hurt you, we know you're a person." I shuddered, not knowing if I should show myself. but I didn't want them to see everything.

Slowly, I lifted my head up, then my shoulders, I stopped once I was visible all the way down to my chest. The two people gasped. "You... stripper!" My shoulders sagged, I guess I wasn't going to be seen as a sad, homeless person, but as some crazy man trying to "get" their children. "You get away from here, and if I see your *ss on my property again, I will hang you from a tree!" The father shouted. My eyes welled up, but I was too scared to move.

The father then picked up a small rock. "You ***k off, or I throw this at your face!" I dropped back down behind the rock and curled my arms around my knees. "You never come back! Or else I'll kill you!"

As the two parents walked off, I darted in the opposite direction.

I APPOLOGIZE FOR THE SHORTNESS AND CRAPPINESS OF THIS CHAPTER!