Elisa

Others Stories | Sep 4, 2012 | 2 min read
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She bit her lip, letting the blood trickle down her chin. The pain was sharp, but was easily ignored. Elisa crouched against the corner of her room. Eyes shut; mouth whispering desperate prayers. It was late into the night when she first heard the screams, and it was later when the house finally fell silent. Elisa cried silent tears, knowing she was next. Why did this have to happen? They told her she would be safe. Elisa's vision blurred as her fear turned into anger. After years of being hurt, she was finally promised a safe home. Elisa was seven when her Mother tried to kill her. She still remembered the loving look in her Mother's eyes when she grabbed her arm in one hand and a knife in the other. Elisa had tears running hot down her cheeks, as her Mother made the first incision. The blood that spilt that day almost killed her, if it hadn't been for her dad to accidently walk upon the incident, there would be no Elisa Carmella.

Elisa gave a start as her doorknob struggled to turn. She held her whimpers, but couldn't stop the tears from coming down anymore. She had been through so many foster parents, and all gave up on her, except for these people. And now, she was going to suffer. Was there even such a thing as a happy ending? On the other side of the door, an angry yell erupted.

"Open the door!" Her foster father, Matt, screamed.

Elisa cried the words out, "Please, leave me alone…." She gasped for breath, she couldn't breathe. Her chest felt tight, and she suddenly felt dizzy. The door shook under the weight of a kick. But, to Elisa's momentary relief, it stood still.

"Open it up and it won't hurt." Silence. "I promise," he added.

She shook her head slowly. No, it always hurt. Even five years later from her last cut, she still remembered the cold blade and the way it felt as it ripped through her veins. Elisa wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked herself on the ground. Sometimes she would imagine this was how it felt to be loved. To know you're safe in someone's arms. But, it was only, always, her arms that wrapped around herself.

"Elisa?" Matt whispered softly. He paced outside the door, eyes glinting with malice.

"No, I can't," Elisa plead. She gasped again for breath as the door shook roughly. "I won't!" Elisa screamed till her lungs burst. She was not going to get hurt anymore! Ever! Then it was as if fate was laughing at her. The door came down, leaving nothing to protect her.

Matt strolled into the room, taking his time to suck in her fear. He whispered through ragged breath, "You won't?" Elisa struggled to say anything, but she knew it was hopeless anyways. "Get on the bed." Elisa gave a weak shake of her head. "Get on the bed," he pronounced each word slowly and deadly. Elisa cried while she laid still, and let Matt get on top of her. "Now, you weren't being nice were you?" He pulled out his knife, and laid a hand on her bare skin, tracing the spot he would cut. "So trust me. This will hurt."

Elisa's screams echoed throughout the house, but no one could hear.

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