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From : wassupness
Added: Jun 24, 2009
I Don't own the pictures or the song!!! The song belongs to Keith Urban!!! Mandy's POV: I slumped to the floor and laid my back against the side of my bed. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it. Tears began to stream down my face. I was sitting there for at least 3 hours thinking about the event that took place. I felt horrible for trying to make Joe brake his promise. So, I grabbed my phone and dialed my bff Liz, but of course I didn't get an answer. I really needed to get out how I felt, so thought of ways to make myself feel better. I could call Danielle, no, she's on a date with Kevin. I could talk to my mom, no, she'll be no help and she'll just make me feel even worse. Or I could write a song. I got up off the floor and got a pen, my notebook, and my guitar. It was pink and it had stickers of smiley faces and rainbows on it. I walked out onto my balcony and sat on a wicker bench. I stared up at the moon and the stars for inspiration. Then something came to me, of course it had to do with love. I let my mind wonder and I remembered the first day Joe taught me how to play the guitar. I smiled to myself a bit when I remembered how I used to drop the guitar pic in the hole of the guitar. Joe would always get upset, but he tried not to show it though you could see it in his face. I would just giggle and say I was sorry. At that moment I felt calm and at peace. Then that beautiful memory was broken by that all beautiful sound of an argument. So I'm guessing that my stepdad was home from work and drunk too, nothing out of the ordinary. They fought about the usual things; stupid stuff. This time, a bottle of Vodka, Swedish to be exact. "Oh you shut up, you stupid bitch!" his voice, it was closer than it was before. Next, I heard his heavy footsteps. "Mandy" he called my name sinisterly. His voice echoed in my mind. "Mandy" I heard him again. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. I dropped my guitar and ran into my room. I didn't have a lock so I had to push my dresser in front of it. "Dandy Mandy, where are you?" he teased coming down the hall. I heard the clanking of his knife tapping against the walls and doors. I grabbed my teddy bear and ran into a corner. I curled up into a fetal position and began to cry. Thunder crashed and lightening began to strike as he got closer and closer. The rain began to pour down as he approached my room. I started to panic, so I decided to pray. "Dear God, this is Amanda Vanduyne, please keep me untouched and alive." That prayer is rooted in my head, I've been saying it every since I was 7 years old. I repeated my cry for help in a soft whisper, hoping that God could hear me. I stopped when I heard a knock at the door. "Amanda, sweetie, open the door." I didn't say anything. "Open the door, I need to talk to you about something important." I fell for that before and I wasn't going to fall for it again. "Come on, open the damn door!" his voice was more aggressive and angered. He started cursing at me and rattling the door knob. I got really scared when he started banging against the door. I covered my ears, trying to drown out his obnoxious ranting. I closed my eyes and began to pray as I rocked myself back and forth. But then, my eyes shot open when I heard a loud crash. My pink glass lamp had fallen to the floor, it was completely destroyed. I looked up from the shattered pieces and there he was. His face was lit up with a devious smile. "You know you look really pretty today, Amanda" he cooed while twisting my hair around his fingers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hoping that this time wouldn't be as worst as the last. ----------------------------------- I know it's not that great and I haven't written in a while, but it's the best I can do. Please comment and tell your friends!!
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