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Nov 23 2011

Responsibilities (cont’d)

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Trying to crawl away, she is jerked back by the attacker pulling her hair. He tries to drag her to a corner but with the force of the yank instead he pulls out a chunk of hair with some skin attached. It’s as if the streets became silent; no wind, birds chirping, cars passing by, nothing. An eerie scream was heard throughout the world. “Stupid bitch. Shut up!” the man murmurs. The violent force of the yank had her falling on the floor again with an open wound to the head. Once again the back of her head hits the pavement with a loud thud. Almost immediately a bump starts to form. She is dazed for a second. There’s a mixture of blood, sweat, snow on her hand after wiping her face. Breathing heavily she lies perfectly still.
Please God…please help me. I can’t die. I’m not gonna die. They need me. I’m all they have…
He grabs her by the hair, snatching her hair yet again but this time makes sure he has a good grip. Pulling her into the side of a building, the girl is holding on with both hands to his arms so the pain wouldn’t be as harsh. The attacker throws her down some small steps leading to a doorway of a basement. Not expecting this, she falls back first, rolling down the stairs doing a flip. She pulls out her arms to try and stop herself. CRACK…her index and middle finger on her left hand dislocate. She lets out a short yelp while getting into a fetal position on the bottom of the stairs where she has landed. “I said to shut the fuck up bitch.” A swift kick came right across her face. Leaving her body exposed, she brings up both her hands to her face. Repeatedly the man kicks and stomps her relentlessly with his boots to her entire body. Each kick worse than before. She makes an effort to protect herself as much as possible. She cries out “PLEASE…PLEASE STOP! I’M SORRY, I’M SO SORRY JUST STOP!” but to no avail. The man tramples her continuously. Never seeming to tire, kicking for what feels like eternity.
OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!
Seems like eternity does have to end someday as well. Taking a step back, the man admires what he did to the girl. She can barely move. Her damaged body consists of two cracked ribs, blown out right ear drum, internal bleeding, busted lip and bruises and cuts covering the rest of what remained. “Gonna walk away from me now, huh babe?” laughing maniacally he walks towards her, unzippering his jeans.
Just go to another place…lord, just take me somewhere else.
He puts his arms under her armpits to drag her through the doorway. She has no strength left in her. He places her on the floor across from the open door. The attacker pulls off her jeans down to her ankles and then reaches for her underwear. “Oh yea, you looking good alright.” She falls unconscious.

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Nov 15 2011

Responsibilities

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Everything seemed like a blur as she looked out the window of the bus. Everything’s a blur in her head. Automatic voice comes on “Please step away from the door”. She backs up and rests her head on the pole she’s holding.
Not even the door wants me next to it.
There were only three more stops till she gets off and heads to work.
Work…to shovel snow at 4 am in this freezing weather.
The girl looked depleted. She had so much on her plate, so many responsibilities put on her shoulder; so much to do for a 19 year old girl.
I should be sleeping, waiting for my alarm to ring so I can start getting ready for school. Doesn’t look like I’m going to class…again.
She stares out the window wishing she was just back home. At this state, she could sleep through anything, but she had to stay awake. She needed to work, to make money, she needed to take care of Max and Brian.
It’s amazing how I haven’t failed out of any of my classes. Guess doing the bare minimum actually keeps me from getting that dreaded F.
“Dorothy st” is boomed out of the speakers of the bus. The announcement jolts her up out of her haze. She presses the yellow tape to get out on her stop.
Being Dorothy doesn’t sound too bad right now. Would love to play around with old looking children, psychotic monkeys, bitchass lions, tinmen and scarecrows. Everyone wanted to be with Dorothy. Doesn’t sound to be bad…to be wanted.
The bus jerks to a stop. Luckily the girl had perfected her bus/train posture to keep from falling. She’s been on public transportation enough to know how to avoid falling over. If standing, firm grip on whatever you’re holding and legs apart at a slight angle. She puts her hand to the backdoor to push it open but it doesn’t want to budge. Anger builds up in her and makes her face slightly red. “Backdoor!” The bus driver pushes the button to open the door for her. As she steps out into the blistering cold she wraps her scarf around her head to cover her mouth and nose firmly and puts on her monkey hat and then hood to complete, what she called, her eskimo look.
Damn door! You’d think I’d learn by now to go to the front of the bus. Not even, the freaking drivers can see there are people at the back door. They should automatically press the button cuz they know we’re gonna be yelling at them to open it anyway, seeing as IT NEVER OPENS!
She continues walking to get to the school she’s been working at. She’s only a few blocks away from warmth until she has to come back out to start shoveling the walkways, stairs leading to the main doors and the entire backyard. This is the third time this week she’s had to come and shovel. She likes the pay when it snows since she gets paid double but missing school, losing sleep, barely eating isn’t what she wanted to keep doing.
All this shoveling is gonna have me looking like an old woman sooner rather later. There’s so much snow, it’s up to my knees. God I just want to get this over with.
She keeps walking as she tries to hold back the tears. She doesn’t want to be looking all puffy when she sees everyone at work, especially her best friend Silvia. Anything she needed Silvia was always there to help her out. Silvia fed her, gave her old clothes she didn’t wear and gave her extra cash here and there if she needed it. The girl appreciated everything she did but was never willing to open up to her about what was going on with her and the boys. She didn’t need to burden her with the load she’s been given because that would be exactly what Silvia would do. She would find out and want to help as much as possible even if she herself had a lot of shit going on. No. The girl was going to keep a strong face.
Just 1 block away and she’d be at the school. With all the snow, it was taking her 20 minutes to walk a few blocks rather than the normal 5.
It’s like walking in fucking quicksand. I hope Silvia has that coffee waiting for me.
She continues to trek her way through the snow when she notices a man on the corner smoking. The man looks white with a sullen face. He’s tall, chubby and only wearing a sweater.
All that fat he’s accumulated throughout his life is probably keeping him warm.
She’s a few feet away from him when he tells her in harsh, trying to sound suave, voice “Hey mamacita, Looking good today.”
You can barely see my face with me having it covered the way I do, let alone my body in this puffy ass jacket. I’m looking good! You dumb idiot, yea you’re gonna be ignored.
He stares at her while she passes him, completely ignoring his existence. All of sudden she jerked back and falls on her back. The man had grabbed her and was standing right above her. “I was talking to you bitch. I just gave you a compliment and you wanna ignore me. The polite thing to do is say thank you.” The girl just looks like at him and says nothing. She’s been harassed before,and has dealt with it fine, besides it’s expected around this time. She wasn’t going to let this guy scare her. She turns so she could use her hands to get up off the floor. “Alright, fine. Thanks. Now leave me alone.” As she’s trying to push herself up, the man plants his feet on her back and pushes her hard unto the icy covered pavement. Her face hits a block of ice in the snow and opened a wound right above her left eyebrow. She’s bleeding profusely.
No. This can’t happen to me. Please no….

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Nov 07 2011

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Not the best story in my opinion…

It was crowded that day. The trains were coming and going, struggling to stay on schedule. Young and old people dressed in heavy coats passed by without even sparing them a second glance. They were after all two strangers, probably a couple parting or perhaps a brother and sister saying their final goodbyes. She remembered the mothers and fathers rushing to catch their train with their screaming children in tow. Old men and women stood on the platform with tears in their eyes waving goodbye to friends and family members. It was a time of mass movement from the countryside to the city, a chance for a better life. That’s why he was leaving.
With his luggage in hand, they stood looking at each other. She was trying to memorize every feature, every contour, and every line of his face. She didn’t want to let him go yet she couldn’t beg him to stay either, but she had faith that they would be together again soon, she had to believe. “I know you will become successful in Moscow. Once you settle down you will come back for me and we can start our new lives.” She talked while he remained silent; she made future plans with hope gleaming in her eyes and still he remained silent. Finally the time has come to board the train. He gathered his bags, took one last look around the train station and climbed aboard a passenger car, “farewell, I am never coming back and we shall never meet again,” he cried and quickly docked inside the car. Just like that he was gone. She stood on the platform her face ashen; she wanted to reach out to him, to demand an explanation but she was unable to make a sound. It was too late, the train doors closed and she was left far behind.

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