Dry lightning cracks across the skies. Those storm clouds gather in her eyes. Her daddy was a mean old mister. Mama was an Angel in the ground. The weather man called for a twister. She prayed blow it down
It was March 1st. I should have been happy that it is my birthday, but how could I when everything around me is a wreck. I wish I could just cry away the pain from all this misery. I look out my bedroom window and I see lightning strike a mti down. I feel the pain of the tree, and I cannot help it; however, I don’t feel any zaidi pain that I previously did. I wish my mom was still around. Ever since she died life has been hard for my sister and I, but I shield from most of the things my father does. It’s so hard to face him when his breath constantly smells like bia and cigarettes au if he’s passed on the living room couch. I want to shield my sister from the pain I feel while she is young, but there will be no one to protect if I ever get accepted to Alfea on a scholarship. I feel a tear gently roll down my face when I see even zaidi of my nyumbani get destroyed kwa this twister on the way. However it cannot do any zaidi damage than what my father has done, so I pray for all this pain to go away as I run down the stairs to find my little sister. I see her crying in the corner, and see she has blood and tears running down her face. I know what has happened, so I grab what I can and leave with her.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma. To wash the sins out of that house. There's not enough wind in Oklahoma. To rip the nails out of the past
The two of cry once she tells me what has happened. I’m crying because I was hoping as the older sister I could have protected her from his drunken rage, but I couldn’t protect her if I couldn’t protect myself from it all. I think to myself as much as I want to forget the past I cannot cry it all away au forget it because the memories don’t change it’s the people that change in life. I clean up her wound on her forehead, place a band aid over it and place some ice on her forehead. She asks me how long this has been going on and I tell her it’s been happening to me ever since mom died one mwaka ago, and I tried so hard to protect wewe from this. She cries and tells me she forgot something inside. I tell her to stay inside this cellar and if I’m not back in an saa please don’t go searching someone needs to stay alive from our family. She nods as the tears stream down her face. I hated to see her like this but I need to be brave and face the house I never thought I would set foot into again.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away, Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away. 'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday. Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, Blown away
I open the door to my old house. I see broken glass scattered all over the floor just like my moyo was a mwaka zamani when I came nyumbani from school and found my mom dead on the living room floor. The police never found who killed her, but I am pretty sure it was my dad on one of his drunken rages and she happened to be in his way but because he “left on a business trip that morning” no one ever thought to make him guilty of her death. I never told anyone because in this household at a young age I learned it was safer to keep my mouth shut rather than speak up even if it causes zaidi pain. I ran upstairs to my room and grabbed some clothes and a blanket then headed my sister’s room to grab her inayopendelewa stuffed animal that she wanted and clothes for her too. I felt the hot tears against my skin as I smelt his whiskey spilt onto the carpet in the living room. I was so disgusted kwa him, so I went into the jikoni to get the two of us some snacks. I looked at the fridge and started crying, but not before I ripped the picture off and held it tight. I froze when I heard a sound.
She heard those sirens screaming out. Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch. She locked herself in the cellar. Listened to the screaming of the wind. Some people call it taking shelter. She called it sweet revenge
The sound was an alert that the twister was about ten dakika away from our town. I looked back and saw him unconscious on the couch. Part of me told me I should wake him, but I knew he would never change so I opened the door and slammed it shut as I ran out to the cellar. My little sister was relieved I came back. I could tell she was scared that our father would come, so I went up and locked the cellar doors from the inside. I looked back at her and realized she became relieved once I did that. I know most people would see it as just protecting ourselves from these dangerous winds, but I knew and my sister knew it was to onyesha wewe caused us pain kwa blocking us out of your world with your alcohol but we can do the same kwa locking the cellar.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away, Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away. 'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday. Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, Blown away
The two of us sat there and talked while I listened closely to what the voice of nature was telling me. I heard that our house was in ruins, all the glass windows and glass bottles shattered, the sekunde floor came crumbling down onto the living room couch, the walls caved in and it was completely different from how it looked yesterday. I couldn’t help but feel relieved until I heard someone pound on the cellar door. I grabbed my sister and held her tight. Once the wind picked up I heard the pounding at the cellar door stop. I asked the voice of nature to tell me what had happened. It was not our father knocking on the door because he was already dead, but it was someone else that they had never seen before. I told my sister and I saw her smile again. I promised her right there I would not let anything ever happen to her again because I would gladly die just to protect her. She looked at me with her tear stained face and those zumaridi, zamaradi eyes. I gave her a hug and then I tucked her with the blanket I brought from our destroyed nyumbani and she quickly fell asleep. I sighed because at least dreams are sweet when reality isn’t.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma. To wash the sins out of that house. There's not enough wind in Oklahoma. To rip the nails out of the past
I looked at the clock and saw that it was now March 2nd, the siku I came nyumbani from middle school and found my mom dead. Within a mwaka I Lost both of my parents but my father was dead to me long before he was actually dead. I cried but I knew that I couldn’t forget the past just kwa crying. There was too much damaged caused in that house now destroyed kwa the chaotic winds. I knew the only way to forget the past was to start a new life in a place where no one knew my past; I prayed that I got into Alfea for the inayofuata school year. The reason is I could start over and no one would know the wreck I came from and my sister could stay with my Aunt in Magix because she alisema she would let us stay with her if I got into Alfea on a full scholarship. I made it my goal because I wanted to get out of that house. I cried on the edge of the kitanda until I fell asleep.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away (blown away). Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away (blown away). 'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday (blown away). Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,. Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away
The inayofuata morning I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on our cellar door to see if anyone was there. I woke my sister, she grabbed her stuffed animal and I placed the blanket over her shoulder as we went up the stairs and walked outside. We both cried not from grief but from relief. That house was destroyed and they were moving someone under a tarp. I knew it was that guy who was legally named my father; I told them all about the past on the way to our grandmother’s house. The policewoman who drove us thanked us for telling us this because they are going look into this finally declare a killer for our mom. I gave her a hug and then walked up the steps with my sister to our grandmother’s. She opened the door and gave the two of us a big hug as we went inside. I knew from that moment I would do anything to protect the ones I upendo from harm, and that it’s okay to voice what wewe have to say without having to be worried about getting hurt since the past is now behind and I am never looking back at it.
Author's Note: this is a one shot/song fic about Flora's unknown past from Winx Club to the song Blown Away kwa Carrie Underwood
It was March 1st. I should have been happy that it is my birthday, but how could I when everything around me is a wreck. I wish I could just cry away the pain from all this misery. I look out my bedroom window and I see lightning strike a mti down. I feel the pain of the tree, and I cannot help it; however, I don’t feel any zaidi pain that I previously did. I wish my mom was still around. Ever since she died life has been hard for my sister and I, but I shield from most of the things my father does. It’s so hard to face him when his breath constantly smells like bia and cigarettes au if he’s passed on the living room couch. I want to shield my sister from the pain I feel while she is young, but there will be no one to protect if I ever get accepted to Alfea on a scholarship. I feel a tear gently roll down my face when I see even zaidi of my nyumbani get destroyed kwa this twister on the way. However it cannot do any zaidi damage than what my father has done, so I pray for all this pain to go away as I run down the stairs to find my little sister. I see her crying in the corner, and see she has blood and tears running down her face. I know what has happened, so I grab what I can and leave with her.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma. To wash the sins out of that house. There's not enough wind in Oklahoma. To rip the nails out of the past
The two of cry once she tells me what has happened. I’m crying because I was hoping as the older sister I could have protected her from his drunken rage, but I couldn’t protect her if I couldn’t protect myself from it all. I think to myself as much as I want to forget the past I cannot cry it all away au forget it because the memories don’t change it’s the people that change in life. I clean up her wound on her forehead, place a band aid over it and place some ice on her forehead. She asks me how long this has been going on and I tell her it’s been happening to me ever since mom died one mwaka ago, and I tried so hard to protect wewe from this. She cries and tells me she forgot something inside. I tell her to stay inside this cellar and if I’m not back in an saa please don’t go searching someone needs to stay alive from our family. She nods as the tears stream down her face. I hated to see her like this but I need to be brave and face the house I never thought I would set foot into again.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away, Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away. 'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday. Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, Blown away
I open the door to my old house. I see broken glass scattered all over the floor just like my moyo was a mwaka zamani when I came nyumbani from school and found my mom dead on the living room floor. The police never found who killed her, but I am pretty sure it was my dad on one of his drunken rages and she happened to be in his way but because he “left on a business trip that morning” no one ever thought to make him guilty of her death. I never told anyone because in this household at a young age I learned it was safer to keep my mouth shut rather than speak up even if it causes zaidi pain. I ran upstairs to my room and grabbed some clothes and a blanket then headed my sister’s room to grab her inayopendelewa stuffed animal that she wanted and clothes for her too. I felt the hot tears against my skin as I smelt his whiskey spilt onto the carpet in the living room. I was so disgusted kwa him, so I went into the jikoni to get the two of us some snacks. I looked at the fridge and started crying, but not before I ripped the picture off and held it tight. I froze when I heard a sound.
She heard those sirens screaming out. Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch. She locked herself in the cellar. Listened to the screaming of the wind. Some people call it taking shelter. She called it sweet revenge
The sound was an alert that the twister was about ten dakika away from our town. I looked back and saw him unconscious on the couch. Part of me told me I should wake him, but I knew he would never change so I opened the door and slammed it shut as I ran out to the cellar. My little sister was relieved I came back. I could tell she was scared that our father would come, so I went up and locked the cellar doors from the inside. I looked back at her and realized she became relieved once I did that. I know most people would see it as just protecting ourselves from these dangerous winds, but I knew and my sister knew it was to onyesha wewe caused us pain kwa blocking us out of your world with your alcohol but we can do the same kwa locking the cellar.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away, Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away. 'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday. Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, Blown away
The two of us sat there and talked while I listened closely to what the voice of nature was telling me. I heard that our house was in ruins, all the glass windows and glass bottles shattered, the sekunde floor came crumbling down onto the living room couch, the walls caved in and it was completely different from how it looked yesterday. I couldn’t help but feel relieved until I heard someone pound on the cellar door. I grabbed my sister and held her tight. Once the wind picked up I heard the pounding at the cellar door stop. I asked the voice of nature to tell me what had happened. It was not our father knocking on the door because he was already dead, but it was someone else that they had never seen before. I told my sister and I saw her smile again. I promised her right there I would not let anything ever happen to her again because I would gladly die just to protect her. She looked at me with her tear stained face and those zumaridi, zamaradi eyes. I gave her a hug and then I tucked her with the blanket I brought from our destroyed nyumbani and she quickly fell asleep. I sighed because at least dreams are sweet when reality isn’t.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma. To wash the sins out of that house. There's not enough wind in Oklahoma. To rip the nails out of the past
I looked at the clock and saw that it was now March 2nd, the siku I came nyumbani from middle school and found my mom dead. Within a mwaka I Lost both of my parents but my father was dead to me long before he was actually dead. I cried but I knew that I couldn’t forget the past just kwa crying. There was too much damaged caused in that house now destroyed kwa the chaotic winds. I knew the only way to forget the past was to start a new life in a place where no one knew my past; I prayed that I got into Alfea for the inayofuata school year. The reason is I could start over and no one would know the wreck I came from and my sister could stay with my Aunt in Magix because she alisema she would let us stay with her if I got into Alfea on a full scholarship. I made it my goal because I wanted to get out of that house. I cried on the edge of the kitanda until I fell asleep.
Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away (blown away). Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away (blown away). 'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday (blown away). Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,. Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away
The inayofuata morning I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on our cellar door to see if anyone was there. I woke my sister, she grabbed her stuffed animal and I placed the blanket over her shoulder as we went up the stairs and walked outside. We both cried not from grief but from relief. That house was destroyed and they were moving someone under a tarp. I knew it was that guy who was legally named my father; I told them all about the past on the way to our grandmother’s house. The policewoman who drove us thanked us for telling us this because they are going look into this finally declare a killer for our mom. I gave her a hug and then walked up the steps with my sister to our grandmother’s. She opened the door and gave the two of us a big hug as we went inside. I knew from that moment I would do anything to protect the ones I upendo from harm, and that it’s okay to voice what wewe have to say without having to be worried about getting hurt since the past is now behind and I am never looking back at it.
Author's Note: this is a one shot/song fic about Flora's unknown past from Winx Club to the song Blown Away kwa Carrie Underwood
