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The sun shone through the closed curtains, lighting up the room and irritating a certain sleeping beauty. Annoyed that she had been awoken, she kept still, awaiting the expected good morning kiss she always got from Dante, only to be brought down once she realized that he was gone.
Suddenly, she was pushed over into the pile of glass all over the floor, shallow cuts marking into her tanned skin. Blood seeped out of the wounds, but the elder woman had no care for such a thing. Her eyes were disgusted, and her breath reeked heavily of strong liquor. Tears peeked at the corner of Dillian's eyes as she watched, fearful.
All that she had left to comfort was a smile, a bitter, painful smile, and yet that was not enough.
"M-Mommy?" her voice cracked and she was shrieking in pain, eyes wide as the broken glass pierced into her skin, slicing and digging through in. Her face felt like it was burning wherever the weapon was being tugged, and every twitch she made hurt even more. When she thought it was over, her mother tugged on the glass again, and dragged it from ear to ear, earning a pained scream that hurt her more, aggravating the cut.
Sitting up, she ran a hand through her short hair, pushing the headphones off and gently placing them around her neck. She would have to hide them from mother, just in case she came in and decided to confiscate them. Unraveling herself from the mess of her blanket, she padded across the room and opened the closet, finding a small shoe box that was rather well hidden. Taking the shoes out, she pulled the headphones off and placed the electronics inside, before standing up and pulling out a set of clothes to wear.
She reached for a nice blouse to wear, freezing when she remembered the words her mother had told her just before she was locked into her room. It wasn't like she would be able to leave any time soon, and if the groaning sounds she heard was any indication, her mother wasn't leaving the house either. Had she been drinking like father?
Trying to banish the dreaded thoughts from her head, she gathered up a loose tee-shirt and sweatpants that must have been at least a size too big for her. Quietly, she entered the connected bathroom and stepped into the shower, shutting the door that prevented water from escaping the space behind her. With a twist of her wrist, steaming water poured out from the faucet head, splashing down on her and encasing her in it's warmth.
Unaware of the burning sting it would have otherwise left behind, she stayed still underneath the heat, frowning when she turned it off so she could rub shampoo into her hair and soap all over her body. Ignorance was bliss.
Dressed in the loose shirt and pants, she curled up on the bed again, headphones over her ears and a book in hand as the words passed over like blurred letters. Her music had been turned down lower since it seemed there was no active noise, and it was easier to concentrate on the fading literature in front of her eyes. As she finally managed to focus on the next phrase, the music reached it's quietest point and she heard what sounded like a furious scream.
Despite everything she knew and had learnt, she pulled off the headphones and pressed her ear to the door to hear.
"My fault? How is any of this my fault? If you weren't so stupid and going around gambling, we'd have money to support ourselves! I work my ass off day and night and what do I get? Nothing! None of this was ever my fault!"
There was silence and she was assuming that her mother was trying to catch her breath - was she taking to father on the phone? It might have been somebody else, though, since she hadn't seen her father in quite a while.
"No? No! Fuck you, stay the hell away from my life!" a clatter indicated the phone had been dropped on the floor, followed by a furious shriek and the sound of glass breaking.
Inside, she felt sick - should she help this woman? Would she get in trouble? What she heard next troubled her to the point of desperation. The pitiful sound of sobbing was coming from her mother, and she could not let that happen. Jimmying around with the lock, she popped it open and slipped into the kitchen, where her mother was crying, surrounded by alcohol and broken glass. Honestly, she didn't know what to do.
"Mommy?" her voice was weak, frail, and went by unnoticed by the water works.
So she took a step closer, and then another, and another, until she was almost in front of her mother.
"Mommy?" she asked again, making sure to avoid the glass on the floor. She leaned in to hug the woman, frightened.
"Don't touch me with those tainted hands of yours, you monster! YOU DROVE DANTE AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!" her mother screamed, reaching around blankly for a sharp glass to defend herself with.
Her eyes widened as the elder woman shot forward and pinned her down, seething in rage and the stench of alcohol. "There you go, fucking smiling! Stop with the cheeky smile! Such a stupid smile! I bet you just LOVE smiling, huh? Why not smile forever, baby? Why not keep that smile on your face for the rest of your fucking life!"
The hysterical laughter rang in her ears, painful to listen to as her salty tears stung on the wound. Her eyes slid shut and she welcomed the sweet bliss that was darkness and numbness.
"It was always your fault, Dillian. You took my husband away. You took my life away. Most importantly, you took my sweet, sweet Dante away. It's all your fault."
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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... Have you guys heard of a thing called the glasgow smile? A permanent scar that looks like a wide smile on the face? That is what her mother just gave her. That is the real reason she no longer talks.
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: here.
Chapter 6: [link]
Dillian belongs to me.
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NOW I'M ANGRY WITH DILLIAN'S MOTHER!!
NOW I'M ANGRY WITH DILLIAN'S MOTHER!!