Alias_Unknown
Cadet
I dont own alias.........
My story
Chapter 1 (might be standalone)
I Remember that day well. I clung to Julian's arm and begged him not to leave. I feel now the i was to childish. Daddy was sending him away to some woman i believe her name was Irina or something. Julian was sixteen then and i was six. I began to cry and begged him not to leave me alone with daddy. He promised me he would come back to rescue me from our father. I was so gullible then. He never came back for me. Mr. Lazarey was a very abusive father when you were left alone with him. In a crowd of people he seemed the perfect father figure. So i clung to Julian's promise as if it were a lifeline. Daddy beat me until i turned ten and Then decided it would be better to have alittle fun of his own. He raped me most nights. I prayed to god to save me from my father to bring Julian to save me but he never did. At thirteen I cursed God out and Father beat me again. At fourteen i came to a conclusion he did not exist. By age sixteen I felt i had had enough, I ran away.
This is why i sit here now. Though I wouldn't ever tell you that. You sit across from me asking me questions. I ignore everyone of them. I stare at your blond hair and brown eyebrows. Why did you dye your hair and not your eyebrows I ask myself. You shock me when I ignore each of your questions. You ask me Why am i here? How did you get in? And so on and so forth.
I begin to here footsteps and a familiar voice. That voice I once longed to hear. I voice that I feel such hatred to now. That voice that held so many unkept promises. That voice that abandoned me ten years ago. That voice that i came to hear in my dreams. Oh how i hate that voice. I see him step out from the shadows. I see sadness sweep over his face but that emotion is quickly covered by a mask ill assume he was trained to use. The mask covered up this emotion so quick i almost thought i imagined that sadness in them.
"Hello Julian" i said in an ever so calm voice.
"Phoebe?" He questioned in a quiet whisper.
(Authors note: I might continue I might not and leave it a standalone tell me what you think i shoud do.)
My story
Chapter 1 (might be standalone)
I Remember that day well. I clung to Julian's arm and begged him not to leave. I feel now the i was to childish. Daddy was sending him away to some woman i believe her name was Irina or something. Julian was sixteen then and i was six. I began to cry and begged him not to leave me alone with daddy. He promised me he would come back to rescue me from our father. I was so gullible then. He never came back for me. Mr. Lazarey was a very abusive father when you were left alone with him. In a crowd of people he seemed the perfect father figure. So i clung to Julian's promise as if it were a lifeline. Daddy beat me until i turned ten and Then decided it would be better to have alittle fun of his own. He raped me most nights. I prayed to god to save me from my father to bring Julian to save me but he never did. At thirteen I cursed God out and Father beat me again. At fourteen i came to a conclusion he did not exist. By age sixteen I felt i had had enough, I ran away.
This is why i sit here now. Though I wouldn't ever tell you that. You sit across from me asking me questions. I ignore everyone of them. I stare at your blond hair and brown eyebrows. Why did you dye your hair and not your eyebrows I ask myself. You shock me when I ignore each of your questions. You ask me Why am i here? How did you get in? And so on and so forth.
I begin to here footsteps and a familiar voice. That voice I once longed to hear. I voice that I feel such hatred to now. That voice that held so many unkept promises. That voice that abandoned me ten years ago. That voice that i came to hear in my dreams. Oh how i hate that voice. I see him step out from the shadows. I see sadness sweep over his face but that emotion is quickly covered by a mask ill assume he was trained to use. The mask covered up this emotion so quick i almost thought i imagined that sadness in them.
"Hello Julian" i said in an ever so calm voice.
"Phoebe?" He questioned in a quiet whisper.
(Authors note: I might continue I might not and leave it a standalone tell me what you think i shoud do.)