[Opening]
I lifted my head, off my tear stained pillow. Yet another sleepless night of tears and pain. I stood up, my legs feel weak, slits in the back of my knee. I stumble in front of the mirror, staring – silently staring. Looking at myself, so ugly, so pathetic. Bruises from what he had done – my father. I hate him – yet I love him.
Razorblades lay on my bedside table, he hurts me – so I hurt myself, crimson blankets
on my bed, crimson thoughts in my mind, such a world of pain…
[Chapter 1]
I stir my breakfast, stirring, stirring, he stands there. Looking at me, full of rage – yet I had not done anything. His demon eyes fixed on me, moving slowly to my breakfast bowl. He slowly hovers towards me, his footsteps – so deadly. I freeze, don’t move, he fixes his hands on the back of my head. My head submerges into the bowl – I can hear him shouting.
‘GO ON! EAT IT!’ He screams. I gasp for breath, but I only inhale milk and cheerio’s. He lifts my head out of the bowl, I feel ashamed, why is he so mad with me? What have I done? Why does he hate me? These thoughts cross my mind everyday.
You guys liked my last story, so i started another. Should i carry on with it?
rate ect
Love Dan
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