Taylor sat with her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, as she relived memories of pain.
The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.
Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life toi have lived, and in some cases, wished toi hadn't.
The slight nine an old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting suivant to her.
"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the dark haired girl's shoulder.
"Yes," the girl whispered. "It wasn't so bad this time. Only the one."
"He can't do that, Taytay. He's not s'posed to. Remember? The teachers at school say if someone hurts toi toi need to tell the other teachers," the boy protested. The girl smiled vaguely, and shook her head.
"Daddy doesn't mean to. He never remembers what he did, and when he asks me, I'm scared he's gonna start again ou get into trouble or-"
"Tay, it isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"I l’amour my daddy, Jason. He'll get into trouble if I tell anyone. And then what?"
"Tay, toi can live with me and my mom and dad! They won't mind!" Jason a dit earnestly. Once again, the nine an old Taylor shook her head.
"It won't help. Jail is for bad people, and my daddy isn't bad. He just forgets."
A few years...
A fourteen an old girl. Quiet and friendless, except for Jason.
She felt deadened. Detached. She'd run as soon as her father had fallen asleep. Pulled on jeans and a tee-shirt and run. Run to Jason's house.
She frantically knocked on the door, and Jason answered after three. She sank to the floor, sobbing.
"Jason, he raped me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jason had pulled her to her feet, and dragged her into the living room where his parents were sitting.
A few hours later, and Taylor had retreated in on herself. Gone catatonic. All she remembered of that time was a dreamlike state. Voices rushed past her, but no words registered.
When she woke up, she was sixteen and a warden of the state.
Jason was there when she woke up. He smiled at her sadly and handed her a folder. She hesitated, and opened it to find that it was filled with newspaper clippings.
'7 November 1998'
"What kind of monster would abuse his own daughter for over a decade?" many reporters ask. Taylor Lee Anderson has been the victim of abuse for plus than half her life. Statements donné par the medical team dispatched to care for the adolescent girl hint at severe maltreatment. "Covered in bruises" , "lifeless" and "unresponsive" being among the words used to describe the poor condition.
Bryan Anderson has been rumored to suffer from multiple personality disorder, which is suspected to have been the primary reason for his daughter's reluctance to inform anyone of what he had done to her.
Taylor ha been pronounce catatonic, bordering the line between life and death.
Bryan Anderson has been sentenced to thirteen life terms with no hope of parole, for twelve counts of harassment, assault, and abuse, and one count of rape.
The primary witness being Taylor's childhood friend, who described what Taylor had told him, thus resulting in the court's rule."
Taylor looked up at Jason. He smiled sadly, and said, "I had to, Taytay. I couldn't let him get away with hurting toi like that."
The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.
Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life toi have lived, and in some cases, wished toi hadn't.
The slight nine an old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting suivant to her.
"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the dark haired girl's shoulder.
"Yes," the girl whispered. "It wasn't so bad this time. Only the one."
"He can't do that, Taytay. He's not s'posed to. Remember? The teachers at school say if someone hurts toi toi need to tell the other teachers," the boy protested. The girl smiled vaguely, and shook her head.
"Daddy doesn't mean to. He never remembers what he did, and when he asks me, I'm scared he's gonna start again ou get into trouble or-"
"Tay, it isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"I l’amour my daddy, Jason. He'll get into trouble if I tell anyone. And then what?"
"Tay, toi can live with me and my mom and dad! They won't mind!" Jason a dit earnestly. Once again, the nine an old Taylor shook her head.
"It won't help. Jail is for bad people, and my daddy isn't bad. He just forgets."
A few years...
A fourteen an old girl. Quiet and friendless, except for Jason.
She felt deadened. Detached. She'd run as soon as her father had fallen asleep. Pulled on jeans and a tee-shirt and run. Run to Jason's house.
She frantically knocked on the door, and Jason answered after three. She sank to the floor, sobbing.
"Jason, he raped me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jason had pulled her to her feet, and dragged her into the living room where his parents were sitting.
A few hours later, and Taylor had retreated in on herself. Gone catatonic. All she remembered of that time was a dreamlike state. Voices rushed past her, but no words registered.
When she woke up, she was sixteen and a warden of the state.
Jason was there when she woke up. He smiled at her sadly and handed her a folder. She hesitated, and opened it to find that it was filled with newspaper clippings.
'7 November 1998'
"What kind of monster would abuse his own daughter for over a decade?" many reporters ask. Taylor Lee Anderson has been the victim of abuse for plus than half her life. Statements donné par the medical team dispatched to care for the adolescent girl hint at severe maltreatment. "Covered in bruises" , "lifeless" and "unresponsive" being among the words used to describe the poor condition.
Bryan Anderson has been rumored to suffer from multiple personality disorder, which is suspected to have been the primary reason for his daughter's reluctance to inform anyone of what he had done to her.
Taylor ha been pronounce catatonic, bordering the line between life and death.
Bryan Anderson has been sentenced to thirteen life terms with no hope of parole, for twelve counts of harassment, assault, and abuse, and one count of rape.
The primary witness being Taylor's childhood friend, who described what Taylor had told him, thus resulting in the court's rule."
Taylor looked up at Jason. He smiled sadly, and said, "I had to, Taytay. I couldn't let him get away with hurting toi like that."
"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." a dit Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 secondes of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
Viewing toi from across the room
toi look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence
Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without toi
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight
With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
toi can montrer me
And I can choose
To follow
ou continue blindly
Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without toi
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight
Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what toi did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things toi do
I will wait for you
toi look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence
Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without toi
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight
With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
toi can montrer me
And I can choose
To follow
ou continue blindly
Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without toi
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight
Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what toi did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things toi do
I will wait for you
