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I fall fast asleep, actually being at peace, until the memories come back. I try to wake up but am locked in them, forced to watch until the end. I squirm and struggle in my sleep, but it is of no use.
The first memory comes quickly. I'm three years old hiding in the closet where my brother left me. The door is cracked and I can see the shadow of my father beating my brother. I breathe silently, knowing by now that if I get caught while father is angry I'll have to feel his rath rip me apart. I have my knees against my chest and clearly remember crying into my tiny arms that are resting on my bruised kneecaps. I can almost feel the tears running down my face as I see my brother's body go limp and my father drag it out of the room. Even though I was little, I knew he had killed my brother.
The memory leaves as quick as it came. The next one appears.
I'm mearly five years old, and have come home from school to see my father drunk as hell. I dart towards my room but am not quick enough. I feel his rough hand make quick contact with my face, leaving my cheek burning. He yells, cusses, and spits in my face before wobbling and passing out. I jerk my arm free of his grip than run into my room and hide for the rest of the night.
I'm walking down the lonely street. I feel the smooth blade, in between my sleeve and wrist, as I head towards my death trap of a house. My long sleeves still lets in the biting cold of winter despite the promise of the company saying it will keep me warm. I sigh and watch my foggy breath warm the air as I think about what I am about to do. I walk up to the door and open it with the hand adjacent to the one with the blade. I see my father asleep in his chair, bottles scattered around the floor, one lying limply in his hand. When I shut the door he jumps awake.
Allen's P.O.V.
I see Julia squirming in her sleep. I shush her to calm her down right before she shrieks and slashes at something uwknown, accidentely scratching her arm in the process. I dart out of the room to get bandages as I hear more shrieks and screams. When I get back she's covered in scratches and has tears mixing with the blood on her face. I make quick work of removing her torn and bloody shirt, not hardly thinking, as I bandaged her up completely. I sit on the bed and pull her up agains my chest, holding her arms down so she can't injure herself. I feel myself crying as I think of what could scare her this bad.
Julia's P.O.V.
This is it. I thought to myself as he got up, bottle still in hand, as he walked towards me. He raises his fist to punch me, but I react first. With a flick of the wrist, the blade is in my hand. I stab his stomach, making him stumble back, holding his abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. I grab a bottle laying on the floor and smash it on his head, knocking him unconsious, before I stab him multiple times than running out the door. I run as fast as I can, holding onto the knife for dear life, and stop when my legs give out after screaming in protest for miles. I muster up enough strength to walk into an alley before crashing to the ground, breathing heavily. I murmur to no one in particular "What has this world come to if a ten year old girl has to stab her father to death and run away just so she can live? But more importatnly why do people have to live in this hell hole?" *I lean up against the freezing brick of the alley, and hug my knees to my chest, attempting to fight off the bitter cold. I lay my head on my knees and drift to sleep in a dark corner of the friged dead end.
I awake, into the memory from six years later. I open my eyes to see the sun shining brightly. I grumbled about the bright, friendly morning star. I prefered the night, when the world showed its true, dark self. I walk out of my alley and hear sirens from a cop car. I dart off to find a hiding place until they left. I wait from the top of the nearby roof until they leave, than stand up and jump off the first story building, landing easily on my feet. I dart to a new alleyway, just in case they found my old alley, and look for one to claim as mine. I hear footsteps behind me and glance over my shoulder, not afraid...until I realized I left my knife in the tree near my old home. I dart out of the alleyway, light on my feet, and run up a rarely used street called Wickenbur Street. I look back to see the man is following me. I use a new burst of speed to gain some distance which he closes quickly. He grabs the hood to my hoodie and uses it to throw me down to the ground. I hear skin on skin contact to see my attacker had been punched by a stranger who than grabbed him by his throat. My pursuer struggled to break free of the strangers grasp as he gasped for air, but he failed miserably. I backed up, climbing to my feet as I heared the mumbled threats to the attacker. The stranger dropped him, and he fell to the ground, struggling to catch his breath before running off.
The memory leaves to be covered by a new one. I'm walking through my destroyed home and look into my bathroom. I'm attacked from behind. I see the all to familair attacker before I wake up screaming, covered in blood, bandages, and feel Allen hugging me and holding me against his chest.

Description
I fall fast asleep, actually being at peace, until the memories come back. I try to wake up but am locked in them, forced to watch until the end. I squirm and struggle in my sleep, but it is of no use.
The first memory comes quickly. I'm three years old hiding in the closet where my brother left me. The door is cracked and I can see the shadow of my father beating my brother. I breathe silently, knowing by now that if I get caught while father is angry I'll have to feel his rath rip me apart. I have my knees against my chest and clearly remember crying into my tiny arms that are resting on my bruised kneecaps. I can almost feel the tears running down my face as I see my brother's body go limp and my father drag it out of the room. Even though I was little, I knew he had killed my brother.
The memory leaves as quick as it came. The next one appears.
I'm mearly five years old, and have come home from school to see my father drunk as hell. I dart towards my room but am not quick enough. I feel his rough hand make quick contact with my face, leaving my cheek burning. He yells, cusses, and spits in my face before wobbling and passing out. I jerk my arm free of his grip than run into my room and hide for the rest of the night.
I'm walking down the lonely street. I feel the smooth blade, in between my sleeve and wrist, as I head towards my death trap of a house. My long sleeves still lets in the biting cold of winter despite the promise of the company saying it will keep me warm. I sigh and watch my foggy breath warm the air as I think about what I am about to do. I walk up to the door and open it with the hand adjacent to the one with the blade. I see my father asleep in his chair, bottles scattered around the floor, one lying limply in his hand. When I shut the door he jumps awake.
Allen's P.O.V.
I see Julia squirming in her sleep. I shush her to calm her down right before she shrieks and slashes at something uwknown, accidentely scratching her arm in the process. I dart out of the room to get bandages as I hear more shrieks and screams. When I get back she's covered in scratches and has tears mixing with the blood on her face. I make quick work of removing her torn and bloody shirt, not hardly thinking, as I bandaged her up completely. I sit on the bed and pull her up agains my chest, holding her arms down so she can't injure herself. I feel myself crying as I think of what could scare her this bad.
Julia's P.O.V.
This is it. I thought to myself as he got up, bottle still in hand, as he walked towards me. He raises his fist to punch me, but I react first. With a flick of the wrist, the blade is in my hand. I stab his stomach, making him stumble back, holding his abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. I grab a bottle laying on the floor and smash it on his head, knocking him unconsious, before I stab him multiple times than running out the door. I run as fast as I can, holding onto the knife for dear life, and stop when my legs give out after screaming in protest for miles. I muster up enough strength to walk into an alley before crashing to the ground, breathing heavily. I murmur to no one in particular "What has this world come to if a ten year old girl has to stab her father to death and run away just so she can live? But more importatnly why do people have to live in this hell hole?" *I lean up against the freezing brick of the alley, and hug my knees to my chest, attempting to fight off the bitter cold. I lay my head on my knees and drift to sleep in a dark corner of the friged dead end.
I awake, into the memory from six years later. I open my eyes to see the sun shining brightly. I grumbled about the bright, friendly morning star. I prefered the night, when the world showed its true, dark self. I walk out of my alley and hear sirens from a cop car. I dart off to find a hiding place until they left. I wait from the top of the nearby roof until they leave, than stand up and jump off the first story building, landing easily on my feet. I dart to a new alleyway, just in case they found my old alley, and look for one to claim as mine. I hear footsteps behind me and glance over my shoulder, not afraid...until I realized I left my knife in the tree near my old home. I dart out of the alleyway, light on my feet, and run up a rarely used street called Wickenbur Street. I look back to see the man is following me. I use a new burst of speed to gain some distance which he closes quickly. He grabs the hood to my hoodie and uses it to throw me down to the ground. I hear skin on skin contact to see my attacker had been punched by a stranger who than grabbed him by his throat. My pursuer struggled to break free of the strangers grasp as he gasped for air, but he failed miserably. I backed up, climbing to my feet as I heared the mumbled threats to the attacker. The stranger dropped him, and he fell to the ground, struggling to catch his breath before running off.
The memory leaves to be covered by a new one. I'm walking through my destroyed home and look into my bathroom. I'm attacked from behind. I see the all to familair attacker before I wake up screaming, covered in blood, bandages, and feel Allen hugging me and holding me against his chest.