The Story of Carmen's Death

Chapter Two: Story Time

A/N: I'd like to thank you guys for the reviews that you've left me. It's nice to know that you guys are interested in my story. Well I won't keep you waiting, other than to tell you that this is inspired from my dream, makes you wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me huh? Just a warning for later chapters, there will be mention of Rape so you might want to stop reading the story if your affronted to that, also in this chapter there is mention of parental abuse. You have been warned.

“Hello, my name is Carmen, and this is the story of how I died. I am just a normal girl, as far as I knew there wasn't anything that was drastic in my life, but I'll let you decide, this is what happened to me. I was killed for seemingly no reason, but I should start back about three months before my death...

It was the morning of May 8th, my birthday, and I woke up to the usual sound; my parents screaming and fighting with each other. I was used to this by now, and I was resigned to the fact that they did, but I had always wondered why they had fought so. When I awoke that morning I immediately walked into the bathroom to get my shower, I tried to get out of the house as fast as possible, because my father's rage was easily diverted to me. It took me ten minutes to shower and curl my long brown hair, once I had finished in the bathroom I walked back into my room. I searched through my closet for something to wear, settling on dark denim jeans that hugged my hips and a red shirt that laid on my shoulders. I slipped these on along with my tennis shoes and grabbed my back pack, heading downstairs. I fixed myself two pieces of toast with jelly on them and a glass of orange juice, which I quickly disposed of. I grabbed my keys off the counter, swung my back pack over my shoulder, and went to walk out the front door. Unfortunately my mother had walked off and my father now barred my way out of the door.

“What do you think you are doing!” He yelled at me, he was clearly drunk, but I knew that unless I played along I'd never get out of the house in one piece.

“I'm going to school father, I've got to be there early today.” I kept my eyes down submissively, I knew that his mood swings were volatile at best.

“You think I'm stupid you bitch?” This got my attention and I looked up at him. “You leave the same time every day! Do you hate your mother and I that much, you ungrateful little bitch?” He screamed at me, I saw my mother come in the room and stand beside me, a look of despair clearly etched on her countenance.

“Graham, please, she's just trying to get to school. Don't take our problems out on her.” She pleaded with him, she was usually able to plead on my behalf, but he was intolerable today.

“Orya, you just mind your own business! Why don't you go make yourself useful and go out on the streets and sell some of that fine ass!” My father was cruel and for once, I decided to stand up to the bastard.

“Mother don't plead on behalf of me with this bastard! He doesn't deserve it! You want to know why I leave early every morning you prick? I can't stand being around a pathetic, low-life like you! Your pathetic. I don't even know why mum puts up with your ass, she should've left you when she had a chance!” I yelled and to emphasize my point I spit on his boots. A horrible mistake I knew, but I couldn't control my anger, I'd been waiting to say something to that effect for eighteen years. I felt his fist connect with my jaw and I was slammed into the wall.

“Carmen! You ungrateful whore! You never talk to me like that again.”

“Get out of the door way, Graham.” I said as I righted myself and emphasized his name. I stared up defiantly at the man that I hated with a passion.

“Never. Call me that again!” He roared in anger and put a knife to my throat.

“Get that thing off me.” I said, no regard for my life, I didn't care, I just wanted to get out of that door. I heard his laughing come to my ears and I saw him lift the knife away.

“Ballsy, get out of here.” He said and I didn't have to be told twice, I threw my keys on the counter and ran out of the door. He was testing me in some sick and twisted way, God I hated him so much. But I ran as fast as I could, I could feel the burn of fire in my lungs, knowing I was pushing myself too far but not caring. Within what seemed like hours, it was actually only twenty minutes, I arrived in front of the school and saw four of my friends standing there. Jasmine, Carder, Bella and Paris. I looked at the group and smiled, the motion hurting my face(I knew that a bruise was sure to have formed), but I did it anyway. When I walked up to the steps of the school I gave Jasmine and Bella a hug. I saw Paris and Carder looking at me funny so I asked,

“What?”

“What happened to you this morning?” Carder intoned, everyone knew that I had problems at home, although I had never elaborated on what exactly these problems were.

“Accident.” I murmured as the five of us headed into the school.

“What kind of accident?” Paris asked, he looked at me suspiciously.

“Dad hit me.” I decided to tell them the truth, although I knew that they wouldn't take it well in the slightest.

“God, Carmen.” Bella intoned sympathetically, the only one of them I had told was Jasmine, and I had forbade her to tell Carder or the rest.

“It's not a big deal, come on, let's just get into school.”

“But school was canceled today.” Jasmine said, looking at me with concern, she was very worried about me.

“Well then, can we just get out of here and do something else?” I said looking at Bella, my little sister, I was so glad she didn't live with us.

“Yeah, come on.” Paris said as he put his arm around my shoulder and we walked over to the club that was open.

At the club Bella, Jasmine, and I danced on the floor while the guys got us drinks, watching us from the tables. Their conversation went something like this, I didn't find out until later.

“I'm worried about Carmen, Carder.”

“I know Paris, but what can we do, there's nothing?”

“I don't mean about that, she's not reacting to this at all. All she's doing is dancing and avoiding everything, including me. I'm just worried that if she doesn't react soon that she's going to have a nervous break down. She told me this has been going on ever since she was five.” Paris explained.

“I didn't know that. Your right, there's no way that she can be okay with all of this.”

“I know she isn't she just doesn't want to show weakness in front of Bella. I'm sure that's it.”

Over with the the girls and I, we danced with each other and just about anybody else that came along. Jasmine and Bella told me they were thirsty and they left to go over to the table. I continued to dance with every guy that came up, finally turning to this one that looked pretty hot, and beginning to make out with him on the floor.

That was when Paris came up and pushed the guy away from me and drug me in the back room, he started to yell angrily at me.

“What in the hell are you doing Carmen!”

“I'm just having some fun, Jesus lighten up.” And I went to push passed him.

“No, there's no way that your not having a reaction to this.” Paris pushed me against the wall and I looked up at him shocked. “I'm not going to let you keep doing this to yourself.”

I kissed him in that moment, with everything I had, with every hurt and pain I had felt. And I felt him pull me flush against him, responding instantly to my kisses and I knew he wanted me. Suddenly he pulled away, I tried to pull him back but he wouldn't let me.

“What's wrong?”

“We can't do this. Your not in the right frame of mind, you don't know what your doing.”

“I'm tired of people telling me what I feel and what I don't feel. I'm sick of it, and if you tell me one more thing I swear to God I'll kill you!” I yelled, but all the while I could feel the rage seep out of me; leaving only cold loneliness behind. Before I knew what was happening I started to cry, I couldn't control my emotions anymore and I felt Paris pull me to his chest. I clung on viciously and cried so hard that I wasn't able to breathe, I couldn't think of anything but everything that I had been through. And even then I hated myself for it because I viewed it as weak and I thought that there was no reason for me to be crying. Everyone needs to cry, I knew it, but I didn't believe it. I'd had it pounded into my head ever since I was a child that you don't show your emotions because it makes you inferior. But for once in my life I just allowed myself to feel instead of doing what was expected of me and what I was suppose to.”

A/N: Well there you go, there's the newest chapter. Now remember, read and review and I get the chapters out faster, you really don't know how much it inspires me to write when I knew that you like what I'm doing. Well I'm rambling now, ta!

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