Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27916460-20160601221553

The Long walked home seemed intense.She grasped the straps of her backpack,Lowering her head to examine the cracks in the boring grey sidewalk.The wind blew,sweeping her black shiny hair to the side of her face.She sighed,walking up a sidewalk that led to a small brown house.The outside of the house had brown exterior walls,with a small white colored door.It looked as if it had existed in the 1990’s.She walked in the house,shutting the door quietly behind her.tip toeing up the stairs had been the hard part of returning from school.She walked to the top of the stairs,avoiding the creaky floor boards she remembered and opened up a small white door.The inside of the room was ordinary.A bed,a small window.The room had a small brown dresser with a few pictures in glass frames resting on top.Her walls were plastered with paintings of contorted figures and band posters.There was a low coatrack beside her door laced with many different scarves.The girl set her backpack down as she sat on her black comforter fitted bed.The girl appeared to be about 17 years of age.She had long black hair that swept down her back.She wore a white shirt.Under the white T-shirt she had an orange and black stripped shirt,so it only showed the sleeves matching the scarf that wrapped around her neck.Her eyes were a really light shade of blue so it appeared to be white and the exterior outside looked almost black.Atop her head she had goggles on.This girls name was Leslie May.Leslie had a whole stream of disorders.But the one people mostly picked on her for was her Ptsd.It caused her to be unable to stay still and twitch over the smallest of noises.They called her looney Leslie.Of course she wasn’t looney.She was smarter than half of the students in her school.Leslie huffed aloud,bending over and unzipping her purple backpack as she pulled out her black sketch book.She examined the cover,taking in every little particle of the cover.Realizing she had no use for it she slid it into her back pack as her mother opened her door,running her fingers down her daughters door.”hey sweetie.Daddy’s in a bad mood..”she looked down as she closed the door behind her.Leslie sighed.”when is he not mom it’s starting to get old.”she rolled her eyes as she flopped backwards on her bed.Her father had always been an angry man,pushing them around and abusing them all the time.A gruff voice was heard from the hallway,seemingly getting closer to the door.Her mother was pushed to the side as her father came through the door,his forehead creased in and his eyes narrowed down at the now sitting up girl.The man had a burley figure and a scruff of a beard resting on his pointy chin.The collar of his shirt was laced with a black neck tie and his legs fitted with a pair of light blue jeans.”What the hell do you think your doing just sitting on your fucking bed like a god damn lazy spoiled bitch?!”he snapped,his dark blue eyes now focused on her lazy posture.He ran his fingers through his light blonde duck tail styled hair,Leslie stood up walking past him heading toward the stairs to try and escape the situation.He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt slamming her into the wall.Leslie gasped,trying to get ahold of her breath.He slapped her and kept repeatedly slamming her into the wall,his face mashed with an aggressive stance.He growled at the girl and then smirked.”You think your heaven’s angelic child?You’re the disgraced daughter that came out as a dud.”He let go of her,leaving her body sliding down the wall shaking anxiously.She slowly rose,watching him disappear down the stairway as she ran into her room,taking one glance at her open mouthed mother before shutting the door and locking it collapsing into a heap behind the door.The outside of her window was now a dark blue,the street light shining through the window casting an orange lighting on her walls.She stopped crying,holding her bleeding face.She felt her lip,tracing her fingers over the crack that formed on her bottom lip.She went to her closet grabbing her first aid kit still shaking.Pulling out her metal wired string and her needle,she walked over to the mirror putting the twine through the needle.She stuck the needle through the edge of the crack that was now gushing with blood,pulling it through then looping it to the other side.A good ten minutes later her lip was fully shut as she dabbed a wet cloth around it cleaning up the spare blood.She walked over to her bed,it now looked very appealing and soft to her.She lay down,her head laying on the pillow as lightly as possible.She examined the ceiling,counting all the little cracks in the ceiling.About a half hour later she sighed,obviously not satisfied with the beds comfort as she stood up and stretched grabbing her sweatshirt that was left on her mantle.Sliding it on,she situated herself and slipped on her converse shoes.She tiptoed down the stairs,unlocking the door and slipping outside.The cool breeze was startling against her sweaty,heated face.The grass swept forward,blowing in the infinite breeze.The smell of fresh burnt out fire swept through the air.She nodded to herself,taking a step off the porch and shoving her hands into her pockets as she began jogging down the road.The girl couldn’t think of a better way to blow off any steam.She had to deal with  so much every day that she just wanted to…to kill.So she ran to kill the time.She didn’t know weather or not to turn home or down the pathway of the woods,so she took the woods route.The slight feeling of fear ran through her as she looked to the side.Her eyes darted around the dark area as she looked a foot away.Under a telephone pole stood a tall man with no face.She stood,horror shocked as it spoke to her.”Leslie my child..come to me.”*she stood there,then fell at the sudden pain in her head.It felt as if she had turned the channel on a tv to the white static.It burned her head,sending her into a pained feeling.She fell to the ground screaming in agony as the tall figure approached,standing over her.Leslie caught one more glimpse of it before all went blank.

Leslie awoke the next morning,laying on her side in her bed.She sat up curiously as a wet washcloth plopped into her lap from her forehead.She looked at it in wonder,thinking about the night before.Thinking of the horrendous looking figure that stood before her before all was forgotten.Shivering,she stood up and walked to the mirror with a sigh.The stitched lip was still there.She had hoped that was a dream to.Of course it never was.Her father neglecting her all those years,all the abuse she had to go through.All the cruel hearted words that were spit into her face like a picky child with vegetables.She clenched her fists,growling at the thoughts and cursing aloud.She wished she could slice her fathers throat open with a butcher knife and watch the crimson goodness drip down his neck like a hungry vampire watching in bloodthirsty agony.Her mother walked in,looking up surprised at Leslie.”good morning Leslie.”she smiled and carefully walked over to her daughter,a smile spread a crossed her face.”So I spoke to the doctor this morning and you have an appointment at eleven thirty.”she smiled once more,then her face contorted into a look of worry.”Are you okay sweetie?Last night…you were found on the side of the road with a fever of 108.That’s humanly impossible..You could’ve..”She cut herself off,wiping her face with her green sweater sleeve as she hugged Leslie.Leslie hugged back,blinking twice at her mother before flopping back onto the bed.”Is…is dad here?”Her mother stood up looking back at her.”Yes sweetheart..he’s doing taxes.now why don’t you don't you get dressed and then come downstairs to have breakfast.”and with that,she shut the door.Leslie sighed,standing up out of bed and walking closer to the closet.She looked at her clothes in a bored frenzy and then slipped her white t shirt on with her orange and black striped shirt.After she changed she walked down stairs.Her mother greeted her when she reached the kitchen,handing her a plate of pancakes and silverware.Leslie sat a crossed her father eating simply and shyly,her body very tense as she lifted the fork to her mouth.The man grunted in disapproval,setting down his pen and paper.”God dammit girl.You eat as if you have something shoved up your ass.”He narrowed his eyes at her,slamming his fists on the table.She dropped her fork and stood up taking care of the half full plate and walking up the stairs.The man grinned and chuckled carelessly as he grabbed her ankle,causing her to slip forward and hit her jaw and head off the stair floor boards.She cried aloud as he threw her a crossed the room,sending her to hit her back against the wall.The mother stood in shock,her mouth hung open as the man barked.”Clean up your fucking bloody mess of a face and you!shut your mouth you’ll get flies.”he walked into his study and slammed the door.Her mother rushed over to her,but she pushed her away standing up as she held the huge gash in her face.Her mother covered her mouth in horror as she looked closely at Leslie.She had a huge gash in both of her cheeks,revealing her teeth as she covers it up,running upstairs to her room.She slammed the door,hearing voices inside of her.”Kill him my child..he doesn’t deserve your presence.”She grinned slightly,as she cocked her head to the side laughing insanely.She looked into the mirror and smiled.”Wow..I look amazing.I look like myself again.”She walked out laughing wildly as she ran downstairs towards her fathers closet pulling out his tools.She grinned,pulling out his hammer as she moved towards his study.She stood there for a moment,then turned around sighing.”I can’t..I can’t..”But something in Leslie’s mind clicked.Something that was supposed to be let loose a long time ago.She bashed the hammer through the glass of the study’s door.The glass flew about,splattering the walls making an ear piercing screech.Her dad perked up from his desk.”What the hell are you doing Leslie?!Your fucking crazy!crazy I tell you!!”He stood up,backing up against the wall.She laughed psychotically as she ran up to her father,ramming the hammer against his adams apple causing him to cough up a good amount.She kept smashing the hammer into his throat as he fell to the ground,spazzing around.She swung the hammer into the air and repeatedly hit him in the face and finally smashed his skull open.She backed up against the wall,smiling as she did so.The sky outside was turning a dark grey,storm clouds coming in as she looked to the right of her.Her mother stood there,Horrified.Leslie cast a horrendous glance at her mother before running out of her house.She ran into the woods,jumping over roots and rocks and avoiding stumps.She needed to get out of there.Leslie finally lost her balance and gave up,falling to the ground with a thud.What was the use of trying to run?Her mother was going to call the police on her.She should have killed her on the spot.But something drove her not to,something wanted her to know that her mother saw her as a killer.She was tired of seeing her mother stand there as her father hurt her killing her soul piece by piece.But that was all in the past now.He was dead and there was no turning back.She sat there,growing very dizzy despite her healthy poster.She fixed her scarf over her showing jaw.She looked up,her eyes finally shutting her eyes slowly.She took one more glance up at the sky but it was dark.She tilted her head.It was light out a minute ago.She sat up,face to face with the white faced man she saw the night before she fainted.She backed up against the tree as she man closed in on her.”Leslie my child.its time…”

And thats how it began.That’s how looney Leslie had become.

Leslie’s mother,Elizabeth,Sat atop her bed drawing.She laughed,remembering she was now blue papered in Bangor’s best Mental hospital for life after she had claimed her daughter killed her husband and ran away.She had been blamed for the whole situation.But the detectives did find it strange that Leslie had been nowhere to be found.They found nothing left of the trace of the child.She had completely vanished.She turned on the tv and sighed,picking up the paper and her pencil setting it on a near by stand.She sat there and clicked on the news,cringing at the news girls voice.”Police say that the murder on boulevard road was made by someone who no one had expected.Police inform us that the suspect be 17 year old Leslie May who vanished earlier in the year.The death was caused by a hammer which had been the tool that Leslie’s mother had been falsely accused of using to Murder 36 year old Robert may the girls father.Detectives are now rethinking the whole may mishap case.Back to you,George.”  