Waterfall+of+Tears

Waterfall of Tears By: Anoymous My mother cradled me in her large toned arms and walked us into the crazy woman's home, not knowing what would come of yet another night I stayed within the woman's dungeon. The crazy woman was so fake and pretended to love me for all that I was. Yet deep down, even I knew that there was something wrong with her. She might have loved me, she may still love me and the person that I have become. Sometimes, though, I think she has never and will never love me well enough not to strike her large hands across my face, or grasp my wrists in her hands to the point where the bruising is black and made my skin looks dead. My mother put me down and told me that I had to remain on my best behavior, as she knew I would. I was a good child at six years old, but for some strange reason the crazy woman felt like I was a daughter of Satan, being the way that she treated me. People treat dogs better then she treated me. I begged my mother not to leave me there, but she just didn't understand; she didn't understand why it was that my big brown eyes were filled with tears of fear and pain. As the crazy woman waltzed into the kitchen, my heart dropped. ''Taylor, suck it up sweetie; you're coming home tomorrow morning. She will drop you off at 10 o'clock.'' Those words that my mother said stuck inside of my small head, as if they were put there and nailed in place. She bent down, took me in, and held me close. I love you, she said, reassuring me.She kissed my forehead and walked out the door. I ran across the small kitchen into the bathroom to look out the dusty window, in hopes that my mother would just come back. She didn't. She got inside of her red Blazer and drove down the rocky driveway. Teardrops fell from my hopeful eyes as, I returned back into the kitchen and placed myself at a small brown table with four matching chairs. Want a cup of tea, baby girl? said the crazy lady. No, I replied. She played nice with me, as the kettle on the stove heated up the water for my tea, the tea that she made for me, even though I told her I didn't want it. She sat down across from me and began to dip the tea bag in and out, in and out of the white cup with my photograph printed on it. The water inside of the cup slowly started to transform from a clear to a brown, and by the time she removed the bag, it was so dark it was almost black. She removed the milk from the large white refrigerator and then the sugar out from the big brown cabinet above the kitchen sink. She came back to her seat and slowly started to mix things into the cup, milk first and then the two teaspoons of sugar. All she ever put inside of my tea was two teaspoons of sugar and a little bit of milk. It was so good and tasted just right. It was the perfect equation to solving a tea craving. She handed me the cup. Here, Drink it, she demanded. I remained sitting in a dead silence, but I just couldn't take it anymore. My attention span was like the attention span of a fly. I took the black remote with blue buttons and turned on the small television that was in that kitchen. She just sat and watched me as I drank my tea and finally she spoke. ''Turn it off! Turn it off now!'' I jumped almost completely out of my chair, as she looked at me with her deviant eyes and thick drawn on arched eyebrows. Just as I reached for the remote to turn it off, she grabbed my small weak wrist and ripped me out my place. This is where my nightmares would begin yet again. ''NOOOOOO! Please stop! Please stop!'' I screeched. She continued to keep her tight grip on my small arm and began to walk. ''POP! POP POP! HEEEEEELP!'' I continued. SHUT UP! She yelled. As she walked through the doorway, she threw my helpless body into a white closet that remained almost completely empty just for my keeping. As I sat inside of the closet, tears began streaming down my face as if it were a waterfall. I heard voices. I heard two voices to be exact. That's when I realized that he had come up from the garage to help me. I began to bang upon the large door and scream for help. ''POP! POP POP!'' I put my hand over my mouth, as I heard footsteps walking towards the door. The only thing in that closet besides four coats was a box that I had manged to squeeze behind in hopes that she wouldn't see me. The door flew open, and I yelped. She grabbed my bright red hair and dragged me from the closet and set me onto the couch. Why do you hate me? I whimpered. ''I don't hate you, Taylor. You need a good amount of discipline. You don't want to be a screw up now, do you?'' No," I whispered. She walked back into the kitchen, leaving me sit on the flower printed sofa all alone. When she returned, she told me to get ready; we had guests, and that it was movie night. I sighed in sheer terror just from her crackling voice that had formed from her chain smoking addiction. The thought of sitting down with her to watch a movie made my heart collapse as if in failure. I walked into my bedroom and not too much later my door swung open and my younger cousin walked inside. What's the matter? he asked. Go awaaaay! I replied. He came over and sat next to me on my bed and looked at me. Is she hurting you again? he whispered into my small pierced ears. I looked at him, letting one tear stream down my face, and he grabbed me and hugged me. I'm sorry'' I hated those words, I'm sorry. That's all he and my Pop ever said. Well, I was sorry too. I was sorry for whatever I did that made her believe that I needed to be beaten. Later on that evening she called out for me. Taylor get in the living room, movie time. I walked into the room and sat on the beige carpet. She picked me up and held me in her arms for what I mistakenly thought showed she was sorry. The movie soon began to play, and as it did my heart sank lower, and lower, and my body began to shake more and more. What is this? I asked. ''Dr.Giggles. Hush up and watch it right now!'' she replied hastily. I already had problems falling asleep as a kid, and they were about to get much much worse. I don't want to watch this. The words just blurted from my mouth. I DON'T CARE! She grasped my body tighter and tighter, making it hard to breathe, let alone move. I ran into my room when I was free to escape and refused to come out. My great grandmother came and lay next to me, due to my screaming and crying from the nightmares that wouldn't escape my sleeping mind. We lay there in between the flowered sheets, her holding me close and telling me that it was going to be okay. She knew what the crazy woman was doing to me. A waterfall of tears still flowing from my eyes, I took a long deep breath in hopes that I would be okay. My nana sighed in great relief as my whimpering and gasps for air stopped. I turned my body around so that I could face near her. Nana Yes baby girl? she replied. I love you, I whispered in honest truth. ''I love you too. Now get some rest.'' she said, ending the discussion. Sometime throughout the long, long night, I must have had another one of my nightmares and began to scream out and cry. The crazy woman walked into the room and grabbed my arm. SHUT UP! she screamed. I continued to scream and cry. She walked out of my room and through the living room. I jumped back towards the headboard of the bed, still crying, now in much more fear of what her plans had become. As she entered the room, she warned me one last time to hush up, or I was going to get it. The more and more I think about it, I really should have just listened because moments later she took the wooden spoon she had in her right hand and whipped it across my forehead at least three times until it broke in two. My nana awoke at this point, holding me close within her small arms. ''GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!'' Nana called, as the lump began to protrude from my small forehead. Weeks later my great grandmother died, and I never even got to say goodbye, all in great thanks to the crazy woman, otherwise known as my grandmother. Not till a few months ago did I find out that my grandmother had treated my mother the same way that she treated me, and that's why, my mother had been so close with my great grandmother because she was the only one who could stop my mother's pain. Just like Nana had protected my mother from the crazy woman, Nana had also protected me from her.