by Tera Clausen

Created on: December 23, 2009

Another night went by as she heard her parent's screams.  Charlotte would sometimes press her ear to the inside of her door to hear their bitter words more clearly.  Other times she would lay on her bed to cover her head with a pillow to cover her cries, even though the yelling did that for her.  Her parents fought about money. They fought about Charlotte.  They fought about suspicions that they had for one another.  Either way they fought.  Charlotte was able to gain a lucid imagination through all the noise.  She dreamed of an open field somewhere far away.  She could see herself standing in a vast open spaceof wheat while she heard wind blowing through the grains and blowing back her hair.  She saw herself in a pure, white dress that dragged along the dirt as she slowly walked through the tall wheat.  Other times she imagined being in a hidden forest somewhere that no person had ever walked on but herself.  There was a small waterfall gently landed into a pond below where there were fish swimming in circles.  The trees were majestic and so thick that no one would ever dare venture through the wood to even find her.  Even in the mountain nook the sound was nothing but silence.

One night while the screams permeated the air there was a loud and alarming noise that came from the front room.  Then all of a sudden there was no sound.  It was silent like it was in her imaginary field.  The silence had always been so calming in her imagination, but this real silence was different.  This silence made her want to hide.  She stood in the center of her room paralyzed with a blank thought.  She heard moving of sorts and some small clatter but nothing much else.  Charlotte heard a car engine start and then quickly speed away.  When she was finally able to remove the concrete from her ankles she walked slowly out of her room and down the hallway.  when she turned the corner and walked into the front room she saw a broken shattered vase laying in the middle of the floor.  The vase had been a gift her father had given her mother for their first anniversary before Charlotte ever even existed as a thought.  She yelled out, "Mom? Dad?" But there was no answer.  She walked over to the vase and began to pick up the pieces.  She knelt to the floor and saw blood spots.  By this point she was terrified.  As her hands shook with fear

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