I'm in a dark room. I see my mom, crying into her hands. Her hair is brown as chocolate and her weeping makes my heart burst. I look down at myself, and I'm 12 years old.
I crawl up next to her, and grab her fragile little hand. "It's going to be alright mom" I whisper.
But my mom shakes her head no. "He left.. He left us" She whispers. I put my arm around her, and try to comfort her. "Don't be sad mom, you have me" I say.
My mom weeps even more. "My daughter" She says to herself. I kiss the top of her hair. "It's okay mom. I'll take care of us" I whisper. My moms weeping turn into sobbing, but I keep comforting her. Rocking her back and forth.
I see black stars, and suddenly she's gone.
I'm 14 years old, and I'm sitting in the exact corner. I'm crying, and rocking my self back and forth, trying to calm myself. I hear a window break, and I scream in horror, and it's dark outside.
I hold my breath as I see a shadow crawling through a window in the kitchen. It's a woman. She stands up, and looks around. I get a look of her eyes, they're black and her hair is black too. I pray inside my head, that she doesn't see me. She walks around, and I hear my bedroom door gets knocked down. The woman's voice is calm, and makes the hair on my arms rise.
"Belle?" She whispers. I swallow hard, and breath slowly. I crawl under the sofa, and watch her walking around the room. Her boots are brown and she stamps around the house. Looking for me.
I hear her pulling up something, and I realize she's calling somebody.
"She's not here. I guess the mother won't let her stay home alone. She might know" The woman says.
I hear a cold voice on the other line. "This was the only chance we got!" The man screams. The woman takes a deep breath. "We'll find her" She says, and hangs up. She crawls out the window, and I hear her repairing the window.
I feel my heart beating like crazy, and I'm too scared to get out from the sofa..
I'm 11 years old, and I'm wearing a blue dress with a white flower pattern. My hair is set in a braid, and I'm wearing shoes that are too tight. I'm walking home from school, with loads of books in my arms. I'm gonna read them all. I'm happy, because it's my birthday. I'm a few blocks away from home, when 5 boys turns up from a corner. I know them. I've seen them at school. They're about a year older than me.. They stop for a moment, as they see me, and I blush. But I keep walking. I know mom is baking bread, and she'll get worried if I'm not home. They guys watches me, and suddenly they start walking fast. They're right behind me, when I realize they're calling my name. "Belle. Belle" The say to each other, and my muscles tighten. I keep looking towards my home. I hear the boys start to run, and I panic. I grab my books tightly, and run as fast as I can. In gym, the teacher always say I'm as fast as lightning. But these boys are bigger than me, they catch up with me in no time, and I'm surrounded.
They circle around me, and I stop. Trying to catch my breath. A boy with silver colored eyes and blonde hair, walks up to me. He's taller than me, and I freeze. He knocks out the books in my arms, and I scream. Two boys grab each of my arm as I try to get away. They lock me in their grib, and I scream. The boy with the silver eyes, put his hand over my mouth to kill my scream. He's looking me right in the eyes, and I see the blue in his eyes. His looks is intense, and I'm frightened.
I feel the tears running down my cheeks, as I bite into his hand. He screams, and looks at his hand. I scream once more for help, but the fifth boy comes out of nowhere. He punches me in the stomach, and the only thing that keeps me from collapsing is the boys holdning me. The pain is powerful, and knocks the air out of me, and I gasp for air. I know I'm to weak to fight against the boys, and I weep as the boys takes turns, punching me and kicking me, until they let go of me, and I fall to the ground. The boys laugh, and kick dirt in my face. I weep into the cold ground, and the boys disappear..
I lie back on the ground, filled with pain. It feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, and I don't feel like coming up. I weep and weep until the weeping turn into sobbing. The scenarios runs through my thought as I remember every boy kicking me once, twice and punching me. Laughing and making a joke out of who can make me cry the most. They keep telling themselfs they'll be rewarded for this. Every tear counts for them.
I remember my mom, and I get up from the ground. Try to brush the dirt of my now ruined dress. I see the bloodstains on my dress, and I feel the pain in my stomach. I grab my books, and I limp over to my house and fall to the ground crying at the door.
I wake up screaming, and wrestling against the blanket. I weep and I scream as I remember..
I see William through my teary eyes. He grabs my shoulders, and press my head against his chest as he comforts me. He understands. He doesn't say anything, but I know that he understands. He rocks me back and forth like I did to my mom. And I cry and see his shirt get wet with my tears.
He presses me hard into him, but I like the warmth of his body. It's comforting. He puts his chin on top of my head, and puts his arms around me. I sit there and remember. I see everything clearly, and it scares me. It scares me. I remember the pain and the humiliation, and I'm scared to death.
We sit in the bed for what feels like hours. Without making any noise, just rocking back and forth.
My crying turns into sobbing, but William keeps holding me. Rocking me back and forth.