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It was a hard decision to make.
Taking a life of another person is a scary thing, especially when you have to take your own daughter’s life. Officer Moore, the mother of her delinquent daughter Marisa. Marisa is a 14 year old girl with short brown hair and hazel eyes. She started to cause trouble when her father left, abandoning her and her mother. When Marisa found out about her father, she went ballistic. She destroyed properties, smoking, and participating in a gang. She also started prostitution for money, to support her family. While she was giving her body away, a strange man, maybe around 30 years old, came to her and offered her $200 for everything, meaning giving him a b*****b, hand job, and touching her inappropriate places. Marisa denied, she demanded more money, when she said that the man became angry, pushed her to the ground, sat on top of her, and ripped her clothes off –leaving only her skirt on. Marisa yelled and fought back, but it was no use, he was too strong. He pulled her arms over her head and began touching her. He then leaned his head and licked her nipples, sucking. Marisa squirmed. The strange man then lifted himself a bit, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and stuck his member inside her. Marisa arched his back and pulled her head back, she started to cry. Marisa felt a sharp pain in her stomach, she felt like she was gong to throw up. The thoughts began to fill her mind. Why did I put myself through this? Marisa winced, the man went faster and harder. He pushed so hard, she started to bleed. Marisa screamed again, the man ignored her. In about twenty minutes, the guy stopped and pushed himself hard as he could into Marisa, he soon ejaculated inside her. Marisa could hear him sigh in relief as he pulled his throbbing member out. With little strength Marisa had, she lifted herself up; she could see the member sticking out with c** sliding off of it. She grimaced. “Suck it,” He demanded, Marisa shook her head, but instantly he grabbed her by the head and forced her to give him a b*****b. Marisa fought back, trying to pull away, but the man kept his hand firm on her head. Marisa face was so close to his member, she could feel the tip on her lips. She pinched her lips, not wanting the member in her mouth. But the man kept on pushing, forcing her mouth open and letting the member slide with ease. Hours passed by, and Marisa sat there on her knees, being forced to give this stranger a b*****b. She had no control over this situation; all she could do was to let this man rape her. Marisa let out a moan, and then she started crying. For the first time in months, she wanted her mother.
Chapter 1: Deception
“Grow up, Marisa!”
The words haunted in her head, tears swarmed down her cheeks. Ever since she was raped in the alleyway, her life came crashing down, nothing going right and the worst thing about, her mother doesn’t believe her. Of course, her mother knew that she was in the alley way, but never believed her when Marisa told her.
“Ever since you became a prostitute, I can’t believe you anymore.” Her mother said softly.
Marisa shook her head, trying to forget her mother’s reply, it failed, and Marisa sat there clenching a razor in her fist, unconsciously squeezing harder with each passing second. She felt warm liquid gliding through the creases of her skin when bunched together, running red with rage as it continued to pierce her skin. Letting go of the razor, she lifted her hand. She saw a deep bloody cut. The cut extended all the way across, it would be harder to sew up. Marisa smiled. She knew that if she killed herself, everyone would be happy. All though they would be happy, will they miss her? Will her mother miss her? Marisa shrugged and watched the blood ooze from her hand to the floor. Minutes has passed, Marisa found herself in the bathroom, wrapping up her hand with gauges. After she was done, she saw the gauge absorbing the blood. She looked into the mirror, what she saw was not her. She saw a girl with light brown hair, who looked half dead, her eyes shaded with gray, all because of the pain her family has put her through. Her hair was matted and unkempt, she laced her fingers through her hair, and it wasn’t as silky as it was a year before. She never bothered washing her hair. Even her pallor complexion it was tinted with a hint of dirt. She was a silky white, but now she had no intention of taking a shower. She went from a beautiful gothic princess, down to a depressed angel, ready to take her own life. Marisa closed her eyes and heaved a sad sigh. She turned off the lights, walked out of the bathroom, and went downstairs. “Mom?” Marisa called out. No answer. She remembered that her mother was still at work, doing night shift. Marisa went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Different varieties of fruit in many shapes and colors stood out. Marisa scanned and took out a mango. She went to the sink, washed the fruit, and cut it slices. She took a bite and swallowed. She stood there munching on her favorite fruit, still thinking about the incident. She wanted to forget it, but it kept on haunting her. Why wouldn’t anyone believe her? Her life changed drastically and so quickly, it gave her whiplash. Marisa took another bite and threw the remaining pieces of the mango and threw it away. She then went into the bathroom, crouched down, and regurgitated the food back out. In her lifetime, this wasn’t normal. She was healthy 160 pound girl, who loved life, not thinking about taking her life, or causing trouble. Until, her father left them alone, taking all the money, and the house. He even took her dog, Trickster. So Marisa and her mother had to move, different state, new house, even a new school. She was forced into the situation that her parents went through. She remembered being in a court house, her parents battling for custody over her. Secretly, Marisa didn’t want to stay with her father named Peter, he was a mean man. No life, just sat on the couch, drinking huge amounts of alcohol. Stacy, The mother of Marisa Moore, feared that he was going do something drastic, like hurting her and Marisa. Even though Marisa’s mom was an officer, she still wondered about her daughter’s safety –he stayed at home, just sitting there on the couch. She thought if he gotten drunk, he would hurt who ever closer to him. Thoughts would haunt Stacy every second of her life when she would drive away from the house, then coming home with a 14 year old girl murdered laying on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding her. So her mother signed over divorce papers, and Peter happily agreed. When the judge looked over the papers, that’s when the arguing started. Peter wanted me to come with him, so he could have some company, but Marisa’s mother disagreed and told the court that he would be an irresponsible parent. Stacy won. Marisa’s father was so furious; he walked over to Marisa and clenched her by shoulder, threatening her. Marisa never spoke to her father since then. She was kind of glad. It was 5:00 in the evening, when Marisa fell asleep, her hand still throbbing from the pressure of the razor. She didn’t hear the door slam, her mother just came home.
“Marisa, you home?” All Stacy heard was a grumble. “I take that as a yes.” Stacy walked over to the counter and pulled out Chinese containers, “Dinner.” Stacy said, opening all the food boxes. Marisa slowly opened her eyes and slowly lifted herself up. She stood up and walked over to her mother, then yawned.
“Chinese again?’ Marisa complained. Since her father took all the money, Stacy didn’t make as much, enough money to pay the bills, rent and food. Kris walked over to the table and sat down. Stacy walked over with plates packed with different types of sides of dishes.
“I’m sorry, baby, this is all we have. If we lived in a regular house, I would make a homemade meal.” She smiled weakly. Marisa thought to herself. With a regular house, we don’t have to worry about noisy neighbors. I hate this place, I hate this apartment, I hate everything associated with this place.
“It’s ok, mom. I would love a home cooked meal.” Marisa said as she stabbed her sweet and sour chicken with her fork. Marisa and her mother sat there chatting, one of the topics was about school. “Do I have to?” Marisa rolled her eyes. School, what to say about it? A lot, school was hell for Marisa, she never made friends and she would get into fights. She never had good grades; she slacked off in all her classes. She got expelled by setting the art room on fire.
“Yes you do. You start tomorrow, if I get a call from anyone, I’ll kick your a**. Oh, don’t set anything on fire.” She declared. Marisa just nodded.
“I'll try,” Marisa replied. She pushed her food back and left.
“You promise?” Stacy said, stuffing her mouth with rice.
“I promise.” Marisa lied. She went up stairs and fell into a deep slumber. Marisa’s alarm clock went off at 5:00. She stirred out of bed, went into the bathroom, and took a shower. The hot water woke Marisa up. For once, Marisa felt relaxed and calm; the water ran down on her naked body, it carried the dirt from her hair and body. She finally felt like a human being, feeling clean. Marisa stepped out and got dressed, blow-dried her hair, and brushed it. Maybe this can be a good start. She shrugged and sprinted downstairs. “Mom?” No answer. Her mother already left for work. Marisa looked at the clock, it was 6:00. Marisa headed out the door. She only stood outside for five minutes when the bus came, a ugly colored bus pulled up and opened its door, Marisa stepped inside. She could see so many kids, mostly all ninth graders. When Marisa walked to find a seat, the muttering of voices faded away, evil glares stared at Marisa. Marisa got nervous and sat down in an empty seat; she knew that it was going to be a long day. Once at school, the bus released the kids. Marisa stepped off. She scanned the new environment, her stomach turned; she's starting to hate the school. She walked over to the entry door and stepped in the air-conditioned building, nothing new to Marisa. She stepped aside and started to think. Where am I supposed to go? She thought and realized. Duh, guidance office, she turned around and started heading off in the direction of the guidance office. Seconds later, she came across a large room that smelled like flowers, too strong for Marisa. She went up to the secretary and said, “excuse me, I'm new here and I'm supposed to get my schedule.” She waited for a reply.
“Name?” she asked.
“Erm...Marisa Moore,” Marisa replied, twisting her hair.
“Ah yes, here you go.” She handed Marisa her schedule as well as a planner. “My name is Mrs. Talbert, if you need any help just come and see me.” She smiled and shooed Marisa off. Marisa rolled her eyes and walked to her first period class, which was Government. Marisa had no interest in the subject; it would make her fall asleep. When she walked in, she saw so many people, girls with blonde hair, with pink oxford shirts and khaki pants, girls with brown hair and black tanks. She scanned the room, no one dressed like her. She knew that she was going to be the odd one out. As she stood in front of the class, the teacher walked up to her and smiled, “Ah, Miss Moore. Welcome to Government, I am Mr. Meyers. Let me get the class situated.” He turned to the class and silenced them. “Class, sit down and be quiet. Today, we have a new student.” Everybody stopped talking, peaking with interest. “Introduce yourself.” Marisa looked around, and softly smiled.
“Erm…I’m Marisa Moore. I’m 14 years old and I’m a freshman.” Marisa said nervously. A girl with short blonde hair raised her hand. Marisa blinked.
“Mr. Meyers, I thought you could only be a senior to be a government.” She looked at Marisa and smirked, Marisa cowered looked away, not wanting to look in the eyes of their predator. She was going to have a horrible year.
“Well Miss Patton, it would seem so, but under special circumstances, it’s allowed for a freshman to be in a senior class, with personal reasoning.” He replied as he looked at Marisa, who nodded. “Okay, Miss Moore please take your seat over by the window next to Mr. Reeve.” Mr. Meyers pointed to a male with long jet black hair and his eyes were a deep blue. Marisa blushed; she was going to sit next to a gorgeous man. When she got over there, the male winced and stiffened, apparently the male doesn’t like to sit next to anyone. Marisa looked away, a little offended. She turned her head, she sniffed her shirt. I don’t stink do I? The period went rather slowly. Marisa just sat there looking at the window, dreaming her life away.
Marisa’s mind:
I’m sitting here alone, nobody around to mess with me. I can see a dark red moon looking down at me. I looked around; trees were naked, branches moving along with the wind. The ground was cracked and broken, no moisture what’s so ever. The sky was black, cloudless. No stars, just a blanket of black nothing. I started to shiver as the wind blew towards me. I felt a little awkward just standing there, why am I here? Where is everyone? No living beings. No one existed anymore, no creature, no flowers. It started to get scared. I finally realized that this is how the world is going to end. No, this is how my life is going to end, alone, trapped in my dark reality. I closed my eyes, and slowed my breathing; I could hear a faint voice in the wind. ‘Take your own life, you don’t belong here anymore. Nobody cares for you, no ever will. Take your life, cut your wrists, and just die!’ it’s what I exactly did; I dug into my pocket and found the razor that I used earlier to cut my hand. I pulled it out. I looked at it carefully, the sharpest end shined, like it was never used before. I placed it on my wrist, closed my eyes, and cut deeply into my arm. It pierced my skin, and cut deeply into my vein. I fell over to my side, everything went blurry, for once, I could feel a really smile forming on my face. Finally, this pain is ceasing away, no more family…no more life…no more nothing…
Reality started to creep back in Marisa’s mind, her dream fading away. She blinked and heard Mr. Meyers lecturing on the bill of rights. She sighed. The bell rang finally and Marisa quickly moved to the second class, which was Photography. She smiled weakly, “Finally a class where I don’t have to sit and write notes.” She muttered to herself. As she walked to her next classroom, she felt a hand on her bare back, her eyes widened with fear. She quickly turned around, but no one was there. I’m going crazy…she managed a small sigh. She walked faster; she entered a white room with mirrors propped against the walls. She could see desks that formed into a square. The thing that amazed her the most is the pictures on the wall, portraits of people. The bell rang. Students swarmed in, almost knocking Marisa down. She moved to the side and waited for the teacher. The teacher was a young man, maybe around his twenties. He had dark brown hair that curled. His skin was tanned; his eyes were a light brown. As he walked in, he looked over and smiled at Marisa.
“Ah, just stay there for a moment.” His voice was soft. About 5 minutes into the class, he walked over to her and extended his hand. Marisa took it. “I’m Mr. Martin, and you are?” Marisa just stared at him, then realizing the question.
“Oh, I’m Marisa Moore.” Still hanging on to his hand, he didn’t realize it yet. “Um…” Mr. Martin looked at her and let go at her hand.
“Sorry,” he laughed. “Follow me, please.” He walked away and Marisa followed. She could feel the stares that people were giving her, but the stares weren’t as bad as the bus. They were staring with amazement and interest. Marisa scanned the room; she could see most of the students dressed like her. Marisa finally felt like she was going to fit in here. “Class, this is Marisa Moore. Give her your undivided attention.”
“Erm…yeah, that’s my name. I’m a freshman.” Everybody smiled. A girl with short black hair raised her hand.
“Where are you from?” her voice high pitched and full of questions.
“Well, originally I’m from London, England. I moved here in America went I was 2.”
“That’s so cool,” she replied. Marisa nodded.
“Marisa, I will put you over next to Mitchi.” A young girl raised her hand and then quickly pulled her hand away. Marisa nodded and walked over to her, sitting in the empty sit next to girl. Mr. Martin looked at the blackboard, “Ok…we just finished texture, now we are going to work on portraits.” Everyone moaned. “Aw, stop complaining. It’s fun, you get partners and you take pictures of each other. In any shape or form that pleases you.” He said laughing. “Before you start, pick a partner and get your camera.” In a flash everyone scattered and they started talking to their friends. Marisa just sat there, looking around. Ten minutes into the class, everyone had a partner, except for Marisa. The teacher, Mr. Moore, looked at her. “Marisa, you don’t have a partner?” He asked. Marisa shook her head. He looked around and saw everyone with a partner. “Well in that case, you can be mine. I’m being graded on the project as well.” Marisa just nodded, not knowing what to say. Marisa had to admit, the teacher was hot. Mr. Moore handed her a camera and told her how to operate it. They both carried on a normal conversation, just like any normal teenager. The bell rang after shortly and all the students went on their way to their next class. Marisa opened her notebook and pulled out her schedule, next was economics, she moaned. Economics was the worst for her, it was so boring and she never got things done in that class. She grabbed her things and walked out of the classroom. She fought her way through the crowded halls, pushing people. She finally made it to her destination. The teacher was older gentleman that goes by Mr. Stanford. He was short, fat, and going bald. When Marisa went inside, the teacher grabbed her gently.
“Miss, your name please?” he asked. Marisa shuffled her stuff into her other arm.
“Marisa Martin,” She replied. Mr. Stanford smiled and walked inside the classroom, not much people in there. Once again, Marisa got stuck with a senior class. How does this keep happening? All the seniors turned around and stared, then went back to their conversation, the bell rung.
“Class, settle down.” He said sternly. All the seniors became quiet and turned around, now looking at Marisa. “Class, this is Marisa Martin, she’s going to be joining us today. Make her feel welcome.” He announced. Marisa slightly blushed and waved. “Miss Martin, I will put you in that desk next to Derik, raise your hand.” A male with blond hair raised his hand; Marisa walked over and quickly sat down. Five minutes into the class, Marisa was bored, she started to write.
I’m bound in the chain of hate,
I don’t know how much I can take.
I hate my family
I hate my friends
I open my eyes, I can’t see
In the dark abyss,
It’s too late to save me.
I’m lost in the lucidity of my mind,
This depression, a war of time
My forms like a silhouette of death.
My anger grows
A fear draws near
I scream, they do not hear.
I’m still angry, it takes over.
I cut my wrist, I saw the blood.
I can’t breath, no longing living,
Lost all hope, lost all meaning.
My anger fades, I see death
Finally I am put to rest.
Marisa sighed and rubbed her thumb over her gauged hand. She thought she never do such a thing to herself, but that was before her father left her. Marisa would always blame her father for her behavior. It’s his fault that she became a delinquent, it’s his fault that she mutilates herself, and it’s his fault that she got raped. Deep inside, it wasn’t her father’s fault, it was her. She had a choice to choose between right and wrong. Marisa always wanted to change, but she would always come to a downfall. She was hopelessly lost. Marisa blinked and stared at the blackboard, the teacher was lecturing about stocks and markets. Marisa didn’t pay attention; she was too busy daydreaming about death. Marisa snapped back into reality when she heard a voice calling her name. “Huh?” she said softly. Mr. Stanford was standing over her with chalk in his hand. Marisa looked up and blushed.
“It’s nice to have you back in reality.” He said, amused.
“Sorry…” Marisa said quietly as she opened her notebook to a blank page. She began to take notes. Finally the bell rang. Marisa spent the rest of the day introduction herself to her classmates and daydreaming, she really wanted to go home. She was in 7th period when the last bell ring, she stretched and yawned. Finally I get to go home. She gathered all of her things and walked out the door, until a group of girls strolled up to Marisa. Marisa could tell by the girls’ expressions, they weren’t a welcoming type. The leader was a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes, not very intimidating.
“Well, well, the new kid on the block. I’ve been watching you and it seems that you don’t’ fit in.” she said, evilly. Marisa raised her brow. “We are the Johnson girls and we are the alpha girls, we hate fresh meat running around in our territory. So you better watch out.” She turned around and walked off with her cliché. On the first day of school, Marisa already made enemies.
“Ok then…” Marisa muttered to herself as she walked out the school building. She was blinded by the bright light of the sun, “I’ve been in the dark for way to long.” She said to herself. She continued to walk. Most of the time at her old school, she would walk home by herself. She hated the bus; she refused to go back for the second time, even though her mom despised it. As she walked, the wind greeted her with a gentle breeze, making her hair sway. It was about 4:30 when she arrived at the apartment complex. She opened the front door, went to the elevator, pushed the button, and waited. Marisa leaned against the wall and heaved a sad sigh, she wanted to die. The elevator doors opened and Marisa stepped inside. It only took her maybe around 3 minutes to reach her floor. The doors opened again and she stepped out, turning to the right. She all the way to the end of the hallway and stared at an ugly brown door. She placed the key into the bolt, turned it, and walked in. She went into the kitchen and turned the light on. She placed her bag down and walked over to the fridge, she opened it. Her nose wrinkled as she pulled out the remaining bag of fruit. “Ewe!” she said as she threw them away. She looked back in the fridge and frowned, there was nothing there. She slammed the door shut and walked to the couch, and laid down. She slowly drifted off into sleep.
Chapter 2: Reality bites
Marisa woke up to the sound of footsteps walking towards the kitchen. She opened her eyes slowly and saw a figure standing there at the counter. At first, she didn’t know who it was, until her eyesight focused, it was her mother. She closed her eyes and tossed to her other side. “How was school?” Stacy asked as she placed her gun strap on the table. All she heard was a moan. “That’s not an answer,” she said again. Marisa tossed onto her back and slowly lifted herself up.
“It was fine,” Marisa replied. She stared at her mother and then at the table, she shook her head. “How was work?” Marisa’s voice was groggy.
“It was fine; we are on the look out for a child molester.” Stacy’s mom said as she walked over to the couch that Marisa was sitting on, Marisa moved over and grumbled. “Someone is in a bad mood,” her mother sneered. “Anything happen?”
“No,” Marisa lied; a lot happened at school, being threatened, meeting a really hot teacher, and that boy who apparently despised her. “What do you want for dinner?” Marisa asked as she stood up.
“I don’t know,” Stacy said coolly, “I’ll go get something, you want to come?” Marisa shook her head, she hated driving with her mom, every times she gets in the back seat, and she feels like she’s going to the detention center again. So when her mother asked she respectfully declines. “Alright then, I guess I will be right back.”
“Get something different, preferably not Chinese.” Marisa said as she watched her mom went out the door, “be careful…” She said, sweetly. Stacy nodded and smiled and she left.
 Apprentice_of_the_Dark · Wed Jan 21, 2009 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments |
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