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The Start of Dillian - PART 1

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"Stop it, please, please... No... Stop it! Please stop!" she cried, shaking in clothes that were far too big for her.

Shadows loomed over in the distance as the couple fought, screaming and shouting, too enraged to hear anything in their fits. For every sob that slipped past her lips, the hug that encased her grew tighter; for every cry of desperation she made, a whisper of sweet promises rang in her ears. Her body was pulled into a tight ball, shrinking back into the only comfort she had in the mess of her family. It was hard for her young mind to understand.

"Why? Why won't they stop, Dante?"

Why did mommy and daddy always fight so much? Why was it that mommy would bring home some man that wasn't daddy and go into their room? Why did daddy always hit mommy and smell really icky like smoke and alcohol?  They never answered her questions, and she never really expected them to. Daddy was normally too angry, too hateful to reply when she bothered him with questions about life and excitement about school. Mommy was no better, because she was usually crying and it hurt Dillian to go near her.

Her body was ridden by shakes, as she clung to her elder brother like death, sobbing miserably, trying to drown out the furious scream and sound of porcelain breaking. Every loud noise that her parents made was met with another pained scream from the small child, begging them to stop. Frozen in her spot, she made no move to fight as her brother picked her up quite easily, offering a sad smile before he walked towards their shared room, carrying her bridal-style. She clutched desperately to his shirt, hiding her face into the cloth, waiting until she heard the door shut before she began to fight against his grip, wanting to duck into her closet of blankets and suffocate until she could no longer hear the noise.

Still, he didn't let her do such a thing. Instead, he dropped her on to their bed and slipped a huge pair of headphones over her ears, music washing over her sense of sound. Unable to hear the screaming any longer, all she could do was curl into her blanket and let the leftover sobs ride out of her body. Minutes passed by and exhaustion filled her to the core. Mixed with the comforting warmth of her brother, she fell into a restless sleep, dreams of an emptier life peeking beyond the darkness.
A current work in progress of how Dillian grew to become so affectionately clingy yet painfully quiet.



Hey guys, have another written submission for #Rainband-Geeks, however this time it's a lot longer and more about how Dillian came to be who she is. The order of works isn't really thought out yet. I'm actually thinking of dedicating a whole series of writing to her, based on her age at the time. I've only started writing at, probably, the most dramatic and painful point of her entire life - when she was nine. I have another chapter already written for this age (plus another half-written her on my sta.sh), so I hope I don't keep you guys waiting too long.

Chapter 1: here.
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]

Dillian belongs to me.
© 2012 - 2024 nelizzy
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Poor little Dillian ;______;