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Unnoticed

The Unexpected

By Natalie C..Published 5 years ago 6 min read
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This story begins with a sad beginning, with a mom dropping off her little girl at school that morning. The school day went on and on leading to the freedom from school, as the bell rings and all the kids run out the front doors to breathe in the summer air. All the chatter of the middle schoolers as they get their yearbooks signed and say goodbye to their friends and teachers. This only leads to a little girl, named Sara, walking home alone from school with a smile on her face, excited that summer was just beginning. That only changed as soon as she walks in the front door calling for her mom. Every inch of Sara’s body was excited to tell her mom about her day, but there was an eerie silence throughout the house. Calling out for her again, but again no reply as fear was starting to enter her thoughts. Sara started by searching the kitchen, nothing. Searching the living room, nothing. The last idea that entered her mind before it went completely numb was to look in her room. Sara walked slowly and cautiously into her mother’s room only to find her mom laying on the floor with blood soaking the carpet underneath her, not able to see her face. Sara dropped to her knees not sure what to do as all the emotions came in like a wall of bricks hitting her with full force. Tears fill her eyes as she slowly crawls on her hands and knees, closer to her lifeless body. More and more of it coming into view, as she saw a pistol in her mother’s right hand. In shock, Sara couldn’t process everything that was happening right before her eyes. Just staring at her body as Sara sat by her head and began to stroke her hair as her mom used to do for her when she couldn’t sleep and allows the tears to stream down her face.

The front door opens with a creak and a deep booming voice breaks the silence that was settling upon the house. Sara could hear big heavy footsteps moving closer and closer to the room. The only thing that crossed Sara’s mind at that point was complete fear as she knew who was home from work. Not able to move Sara just sat there in fear continuing to stroke her mom’s hair. The loud booming voice began to call out more as the person got closer to the bedroom. Calling out for her mom and Sara too. Sara couldn’t stop, she couldn’t move, all she could do was sit back and let him find his dead wife on the bedroom floor. The squeak of the bedroom door began to fill Sara’s mind and the next was just a terrified scream. Sara came in and out of focus constantly not able to focus on what was happening at that moment. Allowing shock to just take over her. The next thing she knew she was being pinned up against the wall and being yelled at by the person who helped create her. At that moment everything went on mute. She couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, all she knew was that he was angry and upset.

The funeral was small and peaceful, just the close family members came not wanting to make a big deal out of the situation and place more guilt on the family. Sara didn’t cry that day when everyone else was. She was numb to it all as though she knew she was supposed to cry but didn’t feel the need to. People moved around the house making conversation with the other members of the family. Trying to act as though what happened an hour ago didn’t happen. No one acknowledged the fact that Sara left the living room and laid on her bed with no intentions of talking to anyone. Just the thought of being alone in a quiet room is all she wanted at that time. No one bugging her and asking her if she was okay. Just complete silence.

A few months after the funeral life only got harder for Sara. Her father, blaming her for the reason her mom committed suicide. Shaming her for something she didn’t do wrong. Constantly ordering her around and when she didn’t do as he told, he would even beat her till she was bleeding on the ground. This only led to Sara hating the summer, when she should be enjoying it and having fun. Constantly being verbally abused every second she turned around and sometimes more than that. The thought of knowing exactly where her father put the blood-stained pistol, gave her peace.

As time went by her father got more aggressive and more touchy towards Sara. At nights Sara would just lay in her bed knowing that he’d be coming in soon to do what he wants. Waking up some mornings with her underwear down or even off. With him yelling at her and forcing her to think that she deserves all that she is receiving. The fear gleaned over her constantly in order to keep her from saying anything to anyone. The abuse would go on each night, some longer than others. The more it lasted the more Sara stopped eating enterally, knowing that what was happening was wrong. The thought that if she stopped eating she’d die faster and not have to be in the path of her father's abuse. The feelings of pain and insecurities soaked in and judged each decision of her life. Allowing herself to fall further and further into the darkness and reality of her new life.

She became numb to the world as if nothing mattered anymore just accepting the reality that she had permit bruises on her body. Crying herself to sleep each night only wanting the pain to go away so she can have peace once again. The nights got harder for her to sleep through the night, as she laid awake listening to the tv blast in the living room. Memories of the funeral haunting her and thinking about just ending it all constantly went through her mind.

It only took her one last time to fully commit to it. Thinking it is the only option to get away from her father and be happy. She walked into her mom's room and grabbed the pistol from its resting place and slid it into her jacket pocket. Hoping to do it before her father noticed she was gone. Finding refuge in the bathroom she sat on the edge of the tub not feeling any emotion at all just the determination to find happiness. Taking a deep breath she fumbled to get the pistol out of her pocket. That’s when the tears started to fall. When she was frustrated that she couldn’t get it done sooner. Then bring it to her temple and simply placing her finger on the trigger as her mom did not so long ago. Feeling the same blanket of hopelessness that she felt at that moment. Like a switch was flipped all emotions stopped again and there was peace a second before she pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang throughout the house then complete silence. No movement at all.

~Natalie C.

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About the Creator

Natalie C..

I am a young writer who lets her creative flow through her writing. I tend to write on the darker side of topics because a lot of people don't. I have a darker imagination than most people.

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