The Story Of Mary
My 16 Year Old Son Wanted Me To Post This For Him
This is a story that was written by my 16 year old son. I had no input on it :) He wanted me to post it for him. His writing name is Twinkie. Please support this young talent by leaving comments for him. Thank you for reading.
The New Face In Her Home
Mary and her mom never really had much. She never met her dad and she was always sad. She was bused to a school in a good neighborhood, but the kids didn't treat her like a good neighbor. They were harassing her for the clothes that her mom bought. She was always bullied, beaten and teased, but she never fought back. She was repeatedly beaten and humiliated. She sometimes cried and swallowed her pride to a point that it was fully eaten, but to her mom, she never made it known. She already figured that her mother had enough problems at home.
One day, she came home to a new face. A man standing in the living room with a smile on his face. He was unpacking his suitcase. He looked at her and cracked an even bigger smile. Her mother said, "He'll be staying with us for a while." Mary thought it was cool. He could be like a dad or a father figure she never had. Mary told her mother, "He could stay as long as he wants."
He Begins To Change
At first it was kind of nice because everyone in the house were getting along with the exception of a few fights. As months went along, things got worse. If he didn't get his way, he would scream and curse. Mary never knew how a father should behave. She saw less father and daughter and more mother and slave. All the money her mom saved, he spent. He even cracked open Mary's piggy bank and stole every cent. He would come home drunk and snort lines in the living room. Some nights he lost control totally. He grabbed her mom by her neck and hit her. He told her if she left him, he would kill her. Mary would listen. It was too much for a little girl to take in.
Enough Is Enough
But the worst of it all was yet to come. The new act he developed was a devilish one. She didn't know what he was doing but she knew it wasn't right. He would sneak in her room in the middle of the night. She started keeping something in her night stand. It was something she found in the kitchen by the frying pans. She was ready to release all of the anger and hate. She swore that the next time he came to her, she wasn't going to take it lying down anymore. She kept a knife in her night stand with the handle sticking out. The next time he came in she chickened out.
She decided to hide it in a place much closer. Perhaps, somewhere she could grab it the next time he approached her. She put it under her pillow. Now she was ready. The next time he came in, she wielded it like a machete. You could tell by the way she swung, she had practiced. She first stabbed him in the leg and then in the chest. She kept stabbing him even when he stopped screaming. She kept on stabbing and he kept on bleeding.
Her mother came in and screamed in horror and then she fell on the bloody floor. Then she screamed and screamed some more. "Ha ha! Stick him! Ha ha ha! Stick him!" Mary said, "Mom I'm done being a victim."