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I never should have trusted him, I new that it felt wrong. He was supposed to be my friend.
I remember when we all used to climb the mulberry tree and eat, throw and paint with the berries… my sister, my brother, my friends and him. Then one day when we were all playing hide and go seek on there acres, he said he new a really good hiding place. One were no one could find us. So we went down into the old chook pen, it was all over grown with grass and weeds, except for inside the shed. Inside was about 4 x 3 metres, it had wooden walls and places for chickens to lay there eggs, with compacted dirt floors that were so hard the weeds couldn’t grow. Then over in one corners there was a matris, it was orange but it was so dirty that it was more of a brownie colour, and just above that was a tiny hole in the wood were you could see if people were coming.
I can’t really remember what happened then or how it started. All I remember is him being on top of me, and him being so heavy. I remember him asking if he could do things… and not listening anyway. Then after he’d by me chewing gum and pretend like it was normal and that it was something that happens, but tell me not to tell anyone about the hiding spot. But it didn’t feel right, something inside me was telling me that’s not what happens. So I made up reasons to not play hide and seek and to stay near mummy when he was around... but I didn’t tell.
Then one day on the way home my little sister said something about him going to show her a really good hiding place but we had to go home.
I new it was wrong and I didn’t want him to hurt my little sister so I told mum… it was so hard, and scary. But he never got her mum made sure… when we had to go there mum always watched us…
I was only 6 and he was 21…



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The following comments are for "He won't get her"
by moggy

Young
This has a very young voice about it. Very simple, but it was still disturbing. The mother didn't do anything? Nice (that was angry sarcasm).

Lots of spelling errors that need to be fixed. Otherwise, good job.

( Posted by: Elphaba [Member] On: December 19, 2003 )

monsters
Hi moggy. That sarcasm bit that Elphaba said, I completely agree. This story is told through the eyes of the young. If this was told as that, just a story, you did a great job. If it was told through the eyes of a real child, all cards should be turned face up in honesty not only for ones self but also for the ones who did nothing to protect. That's my casino voice talking ;)

Take care.

Kimberly

( Posted by: kimberly bird [Member] On: December 30, 2003 )

why
I created this story because it is kind of similar to something that my sister and i went through. It's also a character that i created to show what i'm most scared of

( Posted by: moggy [Member] On: May 4, 2004 )





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