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Amelia ~ Chapter 1My mother hitting me and drinking from dark-colored glass bottles was something usual in my life now ever since my father had passed on to Heaven. Her breath to me seemed duller than the smell and taste of the strong minty tastes of toothpaste and it seemed to drain all the moisture from her mouth. If she drank too much of it, my mother would behave weirdly. She would say things in incoherent slurs and sometimes she would get violent. No one in my town, Houston, Texas, knew about the drunk and angry mother and her frightened five-year-old daughter in the home. On the outside, it seemed like my mother was made of butterflies and was happy all the time, though she was dying inside. Behind the closed doors, that was a different story. Bruises and cuts were all over me, and my mother blackmailed me by saying if I didn’t tell anyone that she was hurting me, she would give me a better dinner. I nodded slowly. With her depression, she could barely take care of herself and me. When she c
Amelia ~ PrologueWhen I was little, it seemed like I had the perfect life. My mommy and daddy loved me very much. Still to this day, I can remember what my room looked like. The walls were green and the ceiling was beige. Books and toys filled the closet I had in the home, but I could still manage to get inside to hide. Daddy had to pry the door off its hinges because I hid in the closet for about thirty minutes and he and Mommy were scared that I had ran off or someone kidnapped me. I wasn’t hurt or anything. Daddy and Mommy became really stressed about my “disappearance” and wouldn’t talk to me for a while, so I watched Monsters Incorporated on the television. Ever since the closet incident, Daddy always liked to call me Boo, one of the characters in the movie, because I scared him and Boo had scared Sully in the movie. Children in the movie were also considered dangerous, but they weren’t, and parents weren’t monsters.
Later on, I didn’t really have the perf
ParanoiaDrowning in my guilt
It's all my fault
But it's yours, too
I never should've trusted you
And you should have never provoked me.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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