[[Quick note: This story has a bit of cussing in it and has a darker tone than normal. I tried to edit it a bit but...
Also, the characters Charlotte and Liora are my own characters.]
[My Light]
CharlaP
I glance out to the grand ocean below me, as the tears of the sky mix with my own. I wince, as the rain beats against my beaten skin. I turn to look at that damn emerald, and just beyond the house where hell resides. My eyes are caught by the eerie glow, the green light which haunts us every single moment. She screams, and my heart leaps as I hold back a cry. I again look to the house, tears pouring down my face at a quicker rate. Crashes and yelling ring throughout the island, the sounds I have become accustomed to. I lower myself on my knees, and once again begin my nightly prayer.
"Lord, please protect us through these times. No matter what, I hold my faith in you and believe you will lead us through. Thank you for the gifts you have already given." I pause to check the house. It has quieted down, which means he will come to retrieve me soon. "Lord, if it is not in your power to protect me... then please protect my Momma. I shall always love and worship you Lord." As I stand though, I question my own beliefs. It's strange: How the child in the "family" of a gem-worshipper and a "Christian" would become secretly held as a Jew. I guess I have her to thank for that.
I stop thinking as he slams open the door and calls for me. I obey, and start walking towards the house. I gaze at the floor, secretly hoping to find no blood staining it again. I glimpse up at my mother, and force myself to hold the tears. She looks up at me, and tries to smile to keep me calm. Her clothes have been ripped off of her, as part of her daily inspection. Grief settles in my chest as I try to imagine that her torn, broken and bruised body was once young and voluptuous, adorned by many men. I manage to shuffle over to her, though my legs are without feeling.
"Goodnight Liora" she whispers and pecks a kiss onto my cheek.
"Goodnight Momma" I respond, as he gently pushes me along towards my room. I stand at the door and turn to face him. "Goodnight father" I tell him. He nods silently, and rubs my head with his glove. I walk into the room before I start to think, incase he tries to question me again.
I simply change into a random nightgown and lay on my bed. I lay quietly, waiting for the lights to cease. At last they do, and I am free to think once more. At first I am unsure of where to start, but at last do by cussing him out.
'You no good f****** b******' I tell myself as I start to cry. It was true though, for all he does is causes Mommy and I pain. Everyday begins with them fighting, as I take shelter in this room. His distrust has caused him to become a controlling husband, keeping her and me in this hellhole. He beats us everyday, those fists smashing into us, trying to get truth from us. He cusses at me, demanding I expose what that "b*tch" and I are keeping from him. He beats me, then starts on her. It's always worse with her, and I wish I could take some of her pain. At night he tries to comfort me, apologize and act like a father. His life is simply paranoia, and not because of the emerald. Of course, in a twisted and demented way, he has a reason to be.
It started years before my conception, when they both were friendly rivals, trying to protect the world and live their own lives. A small relationship had bloomed, but was nothing in comparison to her hidden relationship. She never let it pubicaly show, but she was madly in love with my father, my REAL Father. From what I know of him, I can see why she chose him. He's strong, fast, but most of all realistic. He is blunt, true full and harsh, yet deep down a kind, loving man. She would of married him in a heartbeat, if not for him. The public wanted it, and he basically forced the marriage. She gave in, but not soon after did she realize her mistake. She not only loved another, but carried his child. Me. The proud but secretive child of Rouge and Shadow the Hedgehog.
To neither of us do we know when he caught on, but that b****** soon learned of my Mothers' affair. To the best of our luck I am a bat, so I cannot be proven to be of hedgehog genetics. But he continues to pester and beat us, wanting to rip the truth from us. No longer is his goal to try to love and care, but to torture the one he once loved. As for me, I am trapped in a confusing mess of emotions concerning him. At first, I was his beloved child, then simply his replacement and now I just don't know. Some nights he will come to me and comfort me. He claims to love me dearly, and that he will care and protect me from harm. He breaks down, begging for forgiveness of his violent and stupid nature.
That’s why I love him as well. Damn that b******. If it was my way, I would have run for help and made life normal, to where my Mommy and Daddy and I could live peacefully. Unfortunately, his beatings have killed the spunk in her. She cannot fight back, fearing the lives of her child and lover. I dearly want to tell her not to worry, but I lack the confidence as well. The only hope I have left is that Shadow will come to save us. I know he will, I just know it. As I lay here about to doze off, I also save some hope for her. In fear of sleep, I quickly slap myself and sit up.
Charlotte. I owe much respect to that woman, so I must stay awake to honor her as well. She is the only person I know that has gone through similar suffering. At my age, she also went through the physical and mental pain, having lost her innocence and gaining a cold view of the world. Many a times I have spent with her, learning the traits of a housewife and the hope of religion. Through my hardest times she gave me strength and courage, as well as skills to survive the violence. She even passed onto me her cherished silver Star of David, so that I have a ray of light in my darkness.
Of course, the Lord has a cold since of humor in my eyes. Not more than a couple of years ago, when I was 5, she had a mental breakdown. She suffered fits of depression and suicide attempts. The f****** government claimed she was a nutcase, and took away her bless-ed children. They came for her too, but one of my heroes and her husband, Miles "Tails" Prower, refused to give her up. Two years have passed, yet tension still reigns down below, and he fights of government officials with special protection robots he had created. Lately I have been unable to communicate with them due to the violence, but I feel they are safe.
The silence lingers over this house of hate, but for how much longer? By now it is 3:00AM, and I let loose a yawn. I need to gather some energy for the day ahead. Maybe today will be different. Maybe Charlotte will escape the battle alone, and come to talk with her "big brother". Maybe Momma and I can have a day of peace again. Or maybe even better, Shadow will come and rescue us. Maybe I will have the chance to jump into his arms, cuddle into his soft fur and finally express my love for him as my Father. Mommy would run to him, and we could embrace each other forever. The b****** would be led to jail, or even better, killed.
"Naive b*ch" I whisper into the air. I cannot allow myself to dream in such a way, for it will only bring pain. Not that I don't have enough already from simply living here. I have to be tough, cold and intelligent like my parents. I have to work towards my goals in a calculating, realistic manner. As far as I know of, this is one of the qualities that my parents share. I yawn again, and take a random glance out my window.
The light of the moon is masked by his precious emerald. It haunts me, but also sooths me. It is a rude reminder of the pain I go through day by day because he is an unstable b******. It's not the actual Master Emerald which helps me. When I was younger, Mommy would tell me stories of Daddy, of how he would race through the streets and destroy whatever got in his way. One of her favorites is when he saved her using the amazing chaos control, with the help of his green chaos emerald. So although the stupid rock is my darkness, it is also my light through the darkness.
Sleepiness has invaded me now, but I beg for one last meaningful thought. Tears flood down my cheeks as I think of my Father. He is a dark, cold man but he is with his soft spots. When he found out my mother was pregnant, he allowed her to name me with only one condition. I remember my Mother's retelling, as it lures me to sleep.
"Name our blessing by any name that suits you, but try to name it in a way so that you will always have a ray of light to hold onto."
