By erin.
Date: 26 February 2001
Poor Plastic Girl
She is grateful for the rain. It's wetness on her bare arms makes her aware of her existence. It's slapping noise on the roof is calming. The squishy mud beneath her toes doesn't bother her. She doesnt care if she gets it on the carpet. She's the one who will have to clean it up anyways.
She is grateful for the rain. And it's constant noise, drowning out the world. She is vaguely aware of the chaos that is inside. Inside her immaculate house with its coral walls and white carpets. She pivots on her toes, sliding around on the slippery ground, and his eyes meet hers. Through the sliding glass door. And she winces when it cracks. Then shatters on to the deck. A piece of marble and a gold hued piece of plastic shaped like a skinny woman holding a baseball bat lay in the middle of the mess.
He steps through the frame and crunches his calloused feet onto the glass beneath them and gives her a look of pure hatred and his lips almost snarl at her and she fights back her tears. He spits. A huge glob of bubbly saliva visible through the rain and it hits the girl. The plastic one and he doesn't have to say anything because she already knows.
He walks towards her and grabs her ponytail and he all but drags that dumb bitch inside where he will teach her a lesson. The first of the day.
She wishes she could have saved the plastic girl fom him, but she couldn't. No one could.
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