Early, hours before dawn, Suzanna awoke with tears in her eyes. No matter how many nights went by, no matter how many times she wished things would change, she remained a poor widow who faced the filth of the nation every night as they drank to drown their sorrows. She had tried that once, to drink until it didn't hurt anymore, but there wasn't enough liquor in the world to ease her pain. She spent the night throwing up in the gutter. Thank the heavens her daughter had slept long that night, and not noticed her mother's terrible behavior. Suzanna hated the smell of alcohol since that night, though it was never appealing, yet still she had to smell it on her own hands and in her hair and taste it in her mouth. She hesitantly moved her wrist. A jolt of pain shot through her and she winced realizing that her mouth felt beaten as well. Almost everypart of her hurt now a days, except maybe her hair, but sometimes....
It was too dark to see the bruises that no doubt had shown up by now, and she could barely see the outline of her daughter's body rested against her, so she took comfort in the slow steady breaths of S'lena, and the knowledge that the tavern didn't open for several more hours. How could she continue to live like this. At least twice a week she was assaulted from some drunken man, and greeted with nothing but apathy from any of the other workers. There wasn't one person out there who cared about her at all. Suzanna needed a way out of this place, this mess. Her daughter was so small, so innocent, she couldn't let dear, sweet Lena grow up here in this filth. Silently Suzanna uttered a prayer, wish or whatever it was called that somehow she could be saved from this situation, that she could find someone to not judge her or somewhere that she could breath. She just needed a small glimmer of hope, a small glimpse of love. She had, had it all; was that all that was left for her?
 Cenendra · Thu Dec 14, 2006 @ 04:52am · 0 Comments |
