Fan Fiction ❯ The Slap in the Ass by Reality Chronicles ❯ Annabella ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Lady Saturn 
Little Annabella's life changes in one night...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Horror / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 218 | Status: Teaser
Little Annabella's life changes in one night...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Horror / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 218 | Status: Teaser
Author's note. HI all!!! Here i am with a new fic!! It was something i worte for english class and the teacher almost sent me to the guidence counciler for it. :( Anyway, it's reall dark and demented, not recomended for kids under 12. It's really short, but bare with me. PLease read and review??? I'll love you forever if you do!!! *hugs and kisses*
"One Night Nightmare"
by: Lady Saturn
Rating: R
"...and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and then I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes."
excerpt from "Ulysses" by James Joyce
and on with the story!!
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Though all was dark in the Winchester household, the screams of the 34-year-old Mrs. Winchester rang violently through the house, waking up the young 9-year-old Annabella. Hearing the screams, she ran through the halls, looking for her mother to see if she was alright. As Annabella turned the corner and ran through the doorway into her mother's room, she stood silently in horror as she found her mother's dead body sprawled out across the floor, crimson-red blood staining the carpet. She looked up and saw her father hold a gun to his temple. As if in slow-motion, he pulled the trigger and you could see the blood pouring out of the side of his head, splattering on the near-by wall. Annabella quickly gathered her senses and ran over to the nearest phone, dialing 9-1-1 and ordered an ambulance for her parents.
In the waiting room at the hospital, she sat, praying to God that her father could be saved…she already knew that her mother was gone, seeing how much blood had come out of her. Soon enough, Dr. Zal Zal had come out of the ER doors, searching for the little one. "Winchester?" He asked politely and grimly. Annabella stood up and nodded to him. He knelt down to her hight and took her hand gently. "Annabella…I deeply apologize for what I'm about to say. Your father has suffered severe head-trama…" She gave him a questioning look. "That means his brain has gone through extensive damage, too much damage to be revived. The only way for him to live is to stay on the respirator, which is what we have him on now. But we are looking to see if he has a living will written. A living will is a paper that says that your father does not want to stay alive if he is put on the respirator. If we find one, then we have no choice but to take him off of it. But in this case, we need to send you off into foster care, where you will be living with a new family for the time being. There will be a social services officer to take you to them in about a half an hour, alright?" She looked at him with tears in her eyes and softly nodded. He couldn't help but to wrap his arms around the little one and comfort her sorrow.
She waited silently in the waiting room until the social services officer came for her. She heard a soft "swoosh" as the automatic doors opened and a hansom man walked in and asked instantly, "Is there an Annabella Winchester here?" He looked around and saw the little one looking strait at him with tears in her eyes. She stood up and walked toward him as he took hold of her hand and escorted her out of the hospital and into his car. For an hour they drove through up-state New York, listening to soft-jazz on the way. The duo had finally reached the house…or should I say run-down shack with large weeds growing in the yard? Fortunately, she was asleep, due to the late hours. He carried her to the shack and softly knocked on the door. Loud crashes could be heard as someone came to answer the door. The old door opened to reveal an obese, balding man seeming to be in his mid-fifties, wearing a ripped, dingy tee-shirt. The social services officer sighed and said to the man, "Mr. Bellingham, my name is Officer Linx, I'm from social services and I have brought you little Annabella here for you to take care of until we can find a more permanent home for her." Mr. Bellingham looked at the little one and made a disgusted face, wiped the snot running down his nose onto his bare arm and said "Whatever, give her to me, I'll put her in a room." Officer Lynx reluctantly handed her over to him and said his goodbyes as he silently prayed for her well-being in this hell-hole of a home.
As Mr. Bellingham closed the door, he tossed her onto the old, worn couch and went back into his own room to sleep. As she landed n the couch, she roughly awoke and looked shockingly at her surroundings. Scared as she was, not knowing where she is, she stayed calm. She looked around for a door, not wanting to stay here much longer, for she could smell a strong scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Her hand touched a door-knob finally. She roughly twisted it and opened the door, running out of the shack, for fear of her life. Faster, faster and faster; as fast as her short little legs could go, she ran away from her temporary foster home.
Tears running down her cheeks once again that night, she cried as she ran, she cried for how horrible her life had gone in just one night. She collapses in exhaustion in front of an adult book store on a old, run-down street. Observing her surroundings, she noticed the only people on this street were either bums, whores, or drug dealers. All of a sudden, a tan van pulled up next to her and the doors opened to reveal 6 men around the age of 30 looking at her lustfully. One of them had suddenly jumped out, pinning her to the ground. Her screams going unnoticed by the red rag stuffed into her mouth. She could feel her clothes being torn off and hands roaming around her body. Then a large surge of pain ran through the lower half of her body. She didn't know what to do anymore. Being the hard-core Christian she is, little Annabella thought to herself, 'Jesus loves me…' and her thoughts ran silent as the blade of a knife was jammed into her throat…
The end.
Thanks for reading it!! I love you so much, and i'll love you even more if you review!!! Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase??? *puppy dog eyes* see you next story!!
"One Night Nightmare"
by: Lady Saturn
Rating: R
"...and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and then I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes."
excerpt from "Ulysses" by James Joyce
and on with the story!!
@-->-->---
Though all was dark in the Winchester household, the screams of the 34-year-old Mrs. Winchester rang violently through the house, waking up the young 9-year-old Annabella. Hearing the screams, she ran through the halls, looking for her mother to see if she was alright. As Annabella turned the corner and ran through the doorway into her mother's room, she stood silently in horror as she found her mother's dead body sprawled out across the floor, crimson-red blood staining the carpet. She looked up and saw her father hold a gun to his temple. As if in slow-motion, he pulled the trigger and you could see the blood pouring out of the side of his head, splattering on the near-by wall. Annabella quickly gathered her senses and ran over to the nearest phone, dialing 9-1-1 and ordered an ambulance for her parents.
In the waiting room at the hospital, she sat, praying to God that her father could be saved…she already knew that her mother was gone, seeing how much blood had come out of her. Soon enough, Dr. Zal Zal had come out of the ER doors, searching for the little one. "Winchester?" He asked politely and grimly. Annabella stood up and nodded to him. He knelt down to her hight and took her hand gently. "Annabella…I deeply apologize for what I'm about to say. Your father has suffered severe head-trama…" She gave him a questioning look. "That means his brain has gone through extensive damage, too much damage to be revived. The only way for him to live is to stay on the respirator, which is what we have him on now. But we are looking to see if he has a living will written. A living will is a paper that says that your father does not want to stay alive if he is put on the respirator. If we find one, then we have no choice but to take him off of it. But in this case, we need to send you off into foster care, where you will be living with a new family for the time being. There will be a social services officer to take you to them in about a half an hour, alright?" She looked at him with tears in her eyes and softly nodded. He couldn't help but to wrap his arms around the little one and comfort her sorrow.
She waited silently in the waiting room until the social services officer came for her. She heard a soft "swoosh" as the automatic doors opened and a hansom man walked in and asked instantly, "Is there an Annabella Winchester here?" He looked around and saw the little one looking strait at him with tears in her eyes. She stood up and walked toward him as he took hold of her hand and escorted her out of the hospital and into his car. For an hour they drove through up-state New York, listening to soft-jazz on the way. The duo had finally reached the house…or should I say run-down shack with large weeds growing in the yard? Fortunately, she was asleep, due to the late hours. He carried her to the shack and softly knocked on the door. Loud crashes could be heard as someone came to answer the door. The old door opened to reveal an obese, balding man seeming to be in his mid-fifties, wearing a ripped, dingy tee-shirt. The social services officer sighed and said to the man, "Mr. Bellingham, my name is Officer Linx, I'm from social services and I have brought you little Annabella here for you to take care of until we can find a more permanent home for her." Mr. Bellingham looked at the little one and made a disgusted face, wiped the snot running down his nose onto his bare arm and said "Whatever, give her to me, I'll put her in a room." Officer Lynx reluctantly handed her over to him and said his goodbyes as he silently prayed for her well-being in this hell-hole of a home.
As Mr. Bellingham closed the door, he tossed her onto the old, worn couch and went back into his own room to sleep. As she landed n the couch, she roughly awoke and looked shockingly at her surroundings. Scared as she was, not knowing where she is, she stayed calm. She looked around for a door, not wanting to stay here much longer, for she could smell a strong scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Her hand touched a door-knob finally. She roughly twisted it and opened the door, running out of the shack, for fear of her life. Faster, faster and faster; as fast as her short little legs could go, she ran away from her temporary foster home.
Tears running down her cheeks once again that night, she cried as she ran, she cried for how horrible her life had gone in just one night. She collapses in exhaustion in front of an adult book store on a old, run-down street. Observing her surroundings, she noticed the only people on this street were either bums, whores, or drug dealers. All of a sudden, a tan van pulled up next to her and the doors opened to reveal 6 men around the age of 30 looking at her lustfully. One of them had suddenly jumped out, pinning her to the ground. Her screams going unnoticed by the red rag stuffed into her mouth. She could feel her clothes being torn off and hands roaming around her body. Then a large surge of pain ran through the lower half of her body. She didn't know what to do anymore. Being the hard-core Christian she is, little Annabella thought to herself, 'Jesus loves me…' and her thoughts ran silent as the blade of a knife was jammed into her throat…
The end.
Thanks for reading it!! I love you so much, and i'll love you even more if you review!!! Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase??? *puppy dog eyes* see you next story!!