Bouncing Back: Episode 1 (372 hits)
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Submitted by DisgruntledPigeon (View user info) at 2006-05-11 05:45:10 EDT
Episode 1: "Meaningless Circle"
Does everyone struggle through their teens? Or do some feel the harsh sting of a crooked upbringing whilst others simply whistle their ways through the years, money, parents, and friends. My tale looks at a lost soul who has nobody, attempting to bounce back.
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The time is exactly 12.30pm..... Barely a sound is made at 32 Watercress Road. The only noise that can be heard is the traffic moving past outside, and even that is scarce at the present time.
It is a small, dingy looking flat, with cracks running all the way up the rear wall, and a collection of rubbish bags and assorted trash are gathered outside the front door. The stench is unbearable and at a first glance, it looks like a tramps squat.
This is the home of 17 year old Anthony Thomas. Anthony stands in at 6ft 2", and has a completely shaven head. Two golden hoops claim his left ear whilst a diamond stud dwells in the right. When on the move he walks along with his arms slumped by his side, never making eye contact with anyone. His thick, bushy eyebrows give him a constant expression of anger, however; when delving down to the core we are only greeted with pain and angst.
Anthony had not spoken a word since the death of his mother, but he was always mentally active.
Maybe he just had no one to talk to; maybe he had a secret....
Anthony at present was not home. This meant that the flat was empty as he had lived alone for the past 3 and a-half years.
A lot had happened, both before and during that time. The memory of a happy family life was nearly dead, and all that Anthony had been left with was the diseased thoughts that controlled his mind. His sisters' trauma, Fathers rage and... his Mother...
His Mothers screams are sure to torment him for the rest of his life, yes, surely a day that he will never forget, It's not allowed... That memory was to be with him, until his exhausted drug ridden body finally gave up.
Anthony wasn't at home, but he was asleep.
He slowly opened his eyes to find himself once again in the same desolated area where he had been sleeping for the past month or so, you lose track of time when your life is just a continuous blur, nothing changes, a meaningless circle. He propped himself up, and waited for his vision to return.
Anthony reached into his pockets and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, sparked his last one up, and sat there having a smoke.
The night before Ant had wandered the streets of London alone, high on Cannabis and incredibly drunk on scotch. He sat at the local train station, and started his nightly begging session, tears steadily crawling down his face, but he never made a sound.
When he finally could afford them, he spent the £2.76 he had raised and bought a pack of smokes, then wandered around aimlessly for the next few hours drunk. This was Anthony Thomas' life.
He had awoke on the second floor of an old abandoned warehouse. Anthony could never really remember how he would end up here every night, but the needles and bottles that surrounded him made him feel strangely at home, comforted. He knew he had a problem. He didn't care, what was the point?
There wasn't.
He shuffled around for a while, looking for something he knew should be there. After ten minutes of very slow movement, he reached down to his left and picked up a half eaten pigeon carcass, then had himself some breakfast.
As Anthony sat there, he surveyed his surroundings to take everything in. He saw something over in the far corner, what was it? He moved closer to investigate.
It was an old dirty teddy bear, Anthony had brought it here over a month ago, but he had forgot. He placed his cigarette down, and examined it with both hands.
Yes, he remembered this very well, it belonged to Isabelle...
"Isabelle..." the sound of her name echoed freely around Anthony's head, causing him to fall into a panic induced coma.
Things started to go blurry, as he slipped into a daze, and dreamt about times past....
Isabelle......
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Let's go to where it all started....... Six long years ago.... 11 years old.
32 Watercress Road, however now the lights are on, and there's sound.... The sound of family...
Ant, his Mother, Father and his baby sister "Isabelle," are all playing monopoly together gathered round on the floor in the lounge.
"It's your go Ant honey." His Mum says warmly. Ant looked up at his mothers loving face and saw a small cut under her left eye. Thinking nothing of it, he responds with a roll of the dice and a smile.
With hind-sight, Anthony knew that this cut had meant things were going to happen soon that would tare his world in half.
Things that would haunt him for time to come, and see him end up on his own.
A 17 year old mute, who regularly used class 'A' drugs.
The cut..
"Can I hold Isabelle Mum?" Ant asks in a polite manner, simultaneously motioning over to his baby sister, head to toe in a all-in-one pink baby suit, slobbering happily over her favourite teddy bear. His Mother smiled and turned towards Isabelle.
Anthony's Dad is cradling her, she was two and a half years old at this point, and her Fathers pride and joy. He was extremely protective towards her. So was the eleven year old Anthony, she was beautiful, and he loved her.
If only Anthony knew things would not stay this happy... Could he have prevented the forth coming events? The next passage is an account of the first time something went wrong within the Thomas home. After this event things just got worse, and worse, and eventually led to more than one death....
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Half a year has gone by, and an uncomfortable atmosphere surrounds and consumes the house.
The homely welcoming feel which once thrived in this happy household, had been replaced with a plague of upset, and the wrong kind of noise.
Anthony is in the lounge.
Fifteen minutes ago, his Father went upstairs to settle Isabelle. She had been hard to get down recently, and Ant thought this was making his Mother upset, as when his Father would put the baby to bed, his Mum would occasionally start to cry.
Anthony comforted her, as she was crying quite dramatically at this point. As a result, Anthony too began to sob.
Anthony's father had been very withdrawn recently, he seemed unhappy at work, and was drinking a lot more.
Anthony was not aware of what exactly was going on between his parents, but he had noticed that the small cut under his mum's eye had turned into a swollen left eye, no doubt his fathers handy work.
*****Thud.....Thud....Thud....*****
The slow yet steady thumping noise, which had been coming from upstairs at an average of twice a week over the past month, was happening again. "Thud.. Thud.. Thud."
Ant's Mother did not like the noise.
"What's Dad broken upstairs Mum?" Ant inquisitively asked his sobbing Mother.
At this she attempted to hold back her tears and replied, "He's just fixing the bathroom sink honey its nothing."
Anthony was always an intelligent lad, and could sense that something was not quite right, and as a result he probed further.
"Mum," Ant said innocently, "Are you and Dad going to be ok?"
This time Ant didn't receive an answer, his Mum just continued to sob.
At that point however, Anthony could hear something rather discomforting. Isabelle was crying, but not how you would expect a baby to cry, she was in pain, screaming. He knew his sister was being hurt, he could hear it, and by the look on her face, his Mother knew he heard it.
Before she could see what he was doing, Anthony made a dash upstairs. His Mother screamed frantically after him, trying to stop him.
He burst into his sisters' bedroom and was greeted with a Fist.
His Dad had clocked Ant right on the chin sending him flopping down to the carpet. As Ant lay there unconscious, and his sister crying in her bed next to him, his Father made his way to his own room whilst adjusting his belt buckle, and fastening it.
His Mother was screaming.
Ant woke up back in the warehouse, and vomited.
His Father had raped his Sister, and his Mother had allowed it to go on. Ant sat there, and thought about what he can do today in order to take his mind off the events that haunted him these past near four years.
He turned to the nearest needle, picked it up, and prepared himself a hit. This seemed to make the trouble go away. Ant thought to himself, of how this would be the last time, he was to confront his demons and sort his life out, and his secret.....
He just sat there for a while, cold, dark and lonely... Enjoying the buzz, until he was greeted with the familiarity of unconsciousness. *Blacks Out*
User Reviews
Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2006-05-11 06:47:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sick! But a good read.
The sister was a baby right? Shit that's sick!
Submitted by AsshOly (user info) at 2006-05-11 06:00:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
the olsen twins was a better post than this.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-05-11 05:59:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Distressing