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Friday, May 13, 2005
Chapter One
Mood:
 not sure
Sadie peaked out of her doorway to glance at her mom. She watched as her mom made one last attempt to drink the rest of her bottle, but wrecked it by passing out. Sadie closed the door and slid to the floor. It was almost every night she watched her mom drink it all away. But was it worth it? She wondered what it was that the alcohol did for her. She wondered why her mother needed it so. Many times she wanted to ask, but refused to slap response. She avoided her mother as much as possible and escaped under the moon every chance she had. Every morning she would come home and climb into her bed, just to hear the first few sounds of puke splashing into the toilet. But not this night. This night was different. She wanted nothing more to do with this. Her sister did nothing but fool around and smoke pot in her room with her friend, Mark. Oh, Mark was a handsome fellow. He had beautiful, short, thick, black hair; gray eyes that could howl at the moon; soft thin lips that could eat your heart out. He was tall and slinky, but had a nice muscular tone. Sepsis, Sadie's sister, snuck him over every night and left Sadie to deal with her mother. But when Sepsis would pass out from the drinking and smoking, Mark would go with Sadie and talk about everything. They were great friends, closer than most people thought. Sometimes, Sadie swore that she was in love with him, but wouldn't dare do anything to help herself. She knew her sister valued Mark. She knew they had something.
Sadie walked over to her mirror and glanced over her body. Her eyes touched every part, making revisions, sculpting her deformed parts into something new and beautiful. She ran her fingers through her long black hair. Then swiped her glossy green eyes. Her cheeks were pouty and she has a narrow chin. Her body was beautifully created. Mark knew it. Everytime he looked at her, he was happy. Everyone knew it, really. She was short, but skinny and slim. She slid off her nightgown and peered at her body, discriminating every inch. She cupped her hands around her breasts and moved them to make them smaller. She was a perfect C, but figured there was something wrong with her. No one in her family was built that big. She kept thinking it was because she's fat. She's always thought that. She became obsessed with her weight and addicted to diet pills. But out of it all, every girl envied her. That's why her sister flaunted how she played with Mark and all of these other guys in front of her. And it made Sadie jealous every time. It made her cry at night. She's never had a boyfriend. Every guy who wanted to make an attempt to ask her out, got scared. They figured they weren't good enough for her. That she would turn them down. Guys hate rejection, which is why they puss out so many times and never even try. But this chickening out made her cry harder. It made her feel ugly and unwanted.
"I need to get out of here" Sadie said. she pulled on her night gown and walked out of her room. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed her mothers purse. There was a wallet filled with cash. Now it was empty. Sadie left with the money and walked back to her room. Her sisters door was open now. She looked around to see if anyone had seen her. The coast was clear. She walked into her room and zipped the money in her clutch. "That's a naughty thing you've done, Sadie," Mark said shutting the door behind him, "And after all those days I've known you...I thought you were such a sweet, innocent child". Sadie turned around. "Well, then I guess you don't know me at all". "Now Sadie," he said walking over to her,"Why so hasty? Is everything alright, hun?". "Every thing's fine. I just...I need to leave. I need to get out of this hell". "Sade, you know what I said last time and I meant it. Your sis said she wouldn't keep covering for you when your dad asks her where you are. She said she's done. If you do it again, something bad will happen". "Oh like what? Nobody's gonna find out. Nothing will happen". "Sadie, look. I'm serious. I'm not joking around. I know how your father is. I know what type of man he is, and I don't want to see you get hurt. I love you. I care about you. You're my best friend". His Irish accent was getting to her head. She wanted to jump on top and just have her way with him. But still...she awaited for his move. Not that there was much waiting ahead anyways.
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