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No Tears

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I cried out as I felt my bike slowly tipping. It seemed that I hadn’t been ready to remove the training wheels after all. Before I knew it I was on the ground, a pain erupting in my knee.
No tears darling,” My daddy murmured, cradling me in his arms as he skillfully bandaged my wound.

The rain was coming hard and fast, lightning the only light to our house and thunder the only noise. I whimpered, my eyes moist as I clutched my daddy’s hand tightly to keep from jumping whenever thunder erupted.
No tears,” He whispered warmly, “Big girls don’t cry.” He hugged me close, his heartbeat drowning out my unpleasant sounds.

The nightmare had been an especially terrifying one, of death and falling, disaster and terror. I crawled into my parent’s bed, snuggling between them with a feeling of warmness and safety. Even so, when my mother asked what was wrong I could feel my eyes glistening with the effort not to cry.
No tears,” My daddy murmured, his arm wrapped around me and my mother. With an effort, I did not cry.

My eyes were wide as I sat silently at the top of the stairs, watching my parents as they yelled and screamed at one another. I wanted to cry, wanted to run sobbing to them and beg them to stop. At last, with a sudden very loud crash, all fell silent. I snuck slowly down the stairs, trying to peer around the banister.
With a gasp that died at my lips I saw my mother lying limp and lifeless, a growing spot of blood around her head. I started towards her but was stopped as firm yet gentle hands enclosed me, pulling me into an embrace. I tried to explain, tried to tell Daddy that someone had hurt mommy but he only whispered calmly in my ears, telling me not to worry.
No tears,” He finished, noting the tears that were forming in my eyes.

The police were here, yelling at daddy and telling him all the things he did. I found it odd, considering he should know what he did without being told. Suddenly, to my great astonishment he started crying. He sobbed and weeped like I had never seen someone do before.
Still blubbering shamelessly he turned, staring imploringly at me. He told me that he hadn’t meant to kill her… that he’d only wanted her to stop yelling so loudly. He tried to explain that he hadn’t wanted to wake me up.
I didn’t listen to his explanation though, instead slipping my hand in his.
No tears daddy,” I said softly.
This is my tribute to father's day. ^^ Can you tell I don't have the best respect for the holiday? ;) Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, but we have our differences at times.

It really has nothing to do with father's day though, honest. Just happened to be when I wrote it. I started thinking about what it would be like to be told you couldn't cry.... Then this came out. XD

~Secret
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Nyrietta's avatar
Thank you very much. Something like this has happened in my life, no deaths occured of course.

The irony of it is, I couldn't cry no matter how sad it made me, no matter how much it tore at me.I wanted to cry,but I couldn't.

the moment I read this, it helped me cry.Thank you so much.