Abominable Masterpiece

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Abominable Masterpiece

Post by PoeticAbomination(: on Mon Dec 19, 2011 10:20 pm

This is a story that I wrote for Creative Writing. Tell me what yhu think.?(:


Abominable Masterpiece
“I want a divorce,” Alli heard her mom say as she set the divorce decree on her father’s desk.
“But why, JoAnne? We had so much going for us! A sixteen year marriage, a beautiful fourteen-year-old daughter... Think about Alli… JoAnne, please don’t leave me… Please, please, please.”
“No’’ she replied firmly, then walked away before he could reply.
Alli sat on the floor for hours and hours. She couldn’t move due to sadness, confusion, anger, shock, and guilt; she felt that somehow, some way, that it was her fault. She was frozen in the same position for what seemed like an eternity.
Later, her mom came in to talk to her.
“Alli, look. This is all for the best. Me and your dad weren’t meant for each other. You’ll see that it was for the best when you get older.”
“Whatever, mom. I know your motive for this whole thing. I know that you’re with Lon. I have known all along; it’s not that hard to figure out. You say that it’s for the best, but only for you. How does this benefit me or dad, or anyone besides you, for that matter? You are so cruel. Do you want to know how I found out about you and Lon? I read your text messages. Mom, you disgust me. You are nothing but a good-for-nothing, cruel, sociopathic, conceited, poor excuse for a woman. You are dead to me.” She went to her room before her mom could even look at her.
She slammed her door and began frantically, angrily rummaging through her belongings not caring about the mess she’s leaving behind.
“Where is it?” she thought.
Then, she found it; a razorblade. She used it in a science project back in seventh grade. She took it and sat on her bed.
She held it in her hand and began to slice her left wrist. Her hand was shaking, but she still made a straight, clean cut. She didn’t stop after one, though. She cut over and over until her wrist was covered with cuts.
She sat back and admired her abominable masterpiece and watched as, one by one, the cuts filled up with the viscous crimson fluid that gave her a sense of pride, completion.
She looked at the clock and it read two-twenty six a.m., so she decided to get some sleep, because she had school tomorrow.
After laying there for a while with no sign of sleep, she decided to get up and ask her mom where her dad was going to be living from now on.
She got up and went to the kitchen to check for her mom. Sure enough, she was there.
“Where is dad going to be living from now on?” Alli asked, not even looking at her beast of a mother.
“Well, I’m the one who’s going to be doing the moving… I’m going to move in with Lon,” she said, sounding guilty.
“Oh, I see… You’re going to live with your new family now…”
“It’s not my new family! Lon doesn’t even have any children! Plus, I still have you… don’t I?”
Allie flipped her mom off as she went to her room.
When she got back to her room, she cut herself seven more times, then cried herself to sleep.
When she woke up, it was noon. She got up to go to the bathroom and noticed a note on her door. She recognized her mom’s distinct handwriting.
I didn’t want to wake you, so I left without saying goodbye. I know that you’re not too happy with me so I expect you won’t keep this, but I am writing it anyways. I love you with all my being and it pains me to have to do this, but it’s for the best. I hope that you’ll come see me and meet Lon, but I am not forcing you to. I LOVE YOU ALLI… Always remember that.
“Everything’s ‘for the best’ when it comes to you; all you care about is yourself…,” Alli thought.
“Alli,” her dad said to get her attention.
“Oh! Hey dad! I missed you so much,” Alli said, crying harder with each word that escapes her mouth.
“I missed you too, sweetheart! I’m so glad to be home…I’m sorry for everything that happened last night and that you had to witness it…I promise we’ll be okay no matter what… I’ll be okay, you’ll be okay… Everything will work out if we have each other… I love you, Alli,” her dad said, crying harder than she had ever seen him cry before.
“Dad, I think you deserve to know this; mom was cheating on you…,” said Alli, with slight hesitation.
“I know Alli, I know,” he said, crying harder.
They held one another in their arms, crying, for what seemed like hours.
Later, Alli went to her room and cut an ‘x’ on the inside of her thigh. After that, she began to make cuts all over her body; she couldn’t stop herself.
She was cutting her legs, arms, stomach, her chest, whatever she could to get her fix. By the time she was finished, she looked like someone put her through a wood-chipper.
She lay there on the ground, dizzy and sick from blood-loss. She was lying in a puddle of fresh blood, when her dad walked in.
“Alli! Oh my God! What happened? Are you alright?” He didn’t know what to do. He was in a state of pure consternation.
He knelt down next to her, unsure of what to do.
She looked at him using the last bit of strength inside her. Her eyes slowly floated his way in an effort to make eye contact with him one last time.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I love you,” she said, hardly able to speak.
“Why…?” he questioned.
Alli coughed weakly, expelling blood all over herself. Her dad gently stroked her hair, over and over.
“You’ll always be my baby girl,” he said, tears muffling his words.
He went on to tell stories from when she was little, her quirks and innocent mistakes.
“My favorite thing about you,” he said, “is that you were always the happiest person on Earth, no matter what the circumstance…”
She smiled, then looked at him. He saw a fierce love in her eyes that he never noticed before. Alli squeezed his hand just barely, then took her last breath, leaving him behind. She went limp and her life was over.

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