A silver lining

Chapter 1

WARNING! 

There WILL be some trigger situation, both with mention of suicide, active abuse, and bad languish.
Where there is a more trigging part, I will put up a notice for you to see. You have now been warned...

For those of you who still want to read the story, enjoy and do tell me what you think.

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She could hear her heartbeat pulsing loud as hard drumming beats in her ears, and they only increased in speed as she started to wake up. She was lying on a hard surface and she could feel the cold seeping through her clothes and eating into her structure. The taste of sweet metal in her mouth caused her stomach to turn around itself in discomfort, threatening to empty the little food she had eaten that day. She tried to take a deep breath but the blistering pain shot through her chest making her moan in pain instead.

It was in moments like this that she wished her dag had gone a little bit further in his beating and kill her instead. This Pain she was in right now was pure torture, and she wished that he could put an end to the endless suffering he was putting her through. It was like a bad wheel of destiny. Slowly she tried to move her fingers to try them out and even the smallest movement of her hands was sluggish and uncoordinated but nothing was broken. As she started to come more to it, she could feel her whole body was on fire, and the only place that didn't hurt was the face and it was the only place that would never be decorated with this kind of bruises.

She slowly sat up and let a painful gasp escaped her dry lips as the hard cutting feeling stabbed her right in her torso. She stopped for a moment but then started to slowly ease up until she sat with her back against the cold wall as support as the whole room was spinning around.

How long exactly had she been out?

Fuck, this time was probably the worst of all, and as soon as she had come home from school, she had felt that something was not right. It had been in the air, vibrating, suffocating her before she even could do anything or even know what she had done to trigger it. And her bad feeling had been confirmed after she had walked a little further into her house and the first thing she had seen of her father had been a muscular arm holding an empty whiskey bottle so hard that the fingers were white. The silence lay like a dense blanket over them and the only thing that broke it was the warm sound of the fireplace where the wood logs burned and gave some heat to the otherwise cold house. They had turned off the heater over the summer when they managed with the only fireplace as an additional heat source.

It was just my dad and me along with three cows, two sheep and four goats living in one of our larger barns. The nearest neighbor was a reasonable distance away.

It was hard, her father had a job in the city and she one to, an extra job that is, but it didn't give a lot of money but some. They lived out in the woods about 15 minutes from the nearest village. But the rest went to drugs or alcohol; not much food was brought home. It sometimes happens when her dad felt like it. She should be happy that he remembered to buy animal food.

Her mother died years ago in the accident that happened in Mission city. The median quieted down everything and tried to put all the blame on terrorists at first, but last year the truth had come out. She knew they were not alone in the universe, what an idiotic thought, do people know how big the galaxy is and how much we haven't even discovered yet? And people thought we were the most intelligent being there. And she had been there together with her mother when everything had happened. She had seen these big robots fighting.

One of the blue-eyed robots had managed to rescue her, but her mother had fallen victim to one of the evils one. But with the facts in hand, her life would have been so much better if she had also died that day. But the world was not that forgiving to give her peace. On this very day, her father had lost his job, and he had taken it all out on her.