~My Author~
What inspired me?... Reality.
**Please don't call me daughter, I no longer think you're a father**
Blood fills my mouth....and thoughts conquer my brain.....
When I finally woke up and noticed that he was standing right beside me... I thought "it wasn't a nightmare, it was reality."...... He stood there waiting on an answer, this time a yes..... I looked at him and said, "I'm not going to agree...."
With all his will, he grabbed the side of my neck with his vigorous hand.... I tried to avoid the tone of his voice and the glare of evil in his eyes.... I began growing weak but stood strong in one position... He finally let go, and I immediately took a deep breath....... He looked at me, and spit right into my face and said, "It's ashamed your my daughter, I swear to god your nothing but a bitch!"...he then walked away.....
My vision was weak, but I can still draw out his figure. I slowly moved back noticing his clutched fists....
"Nothing but a bitch"? I thought to myself....Nothing but a lost soul trapped in a body of broken dreams..... nothing but a prisoner of life..... everything soaked in the depth of lies and horror that overcomes happiness.....
Still with blood in my mouth and blur in my vision. I whispered, "I'm not your daughter". I coughed to get the blood already running down my throat out and moved closer to the wall behind me. He stops. "You don't show up, and when you do, you come to marry me off to a man 33 years older than me."
He turned back and marched toward me. The ground under me shook, and the air felt so dense..... I knew it was coming....
From that moment I had no thoughts, my brain froze, and my heartbeat so fast. I hesitated to move, and just laid there waiting on him to beat me..... A hand came across my face, and I stood there with my head hanging in sorrow.....
I closed my eyes, sat against the wall and sacrificed my body....... I felt nothing but the wounds that just grew deeper, and my body becoming numb.....
The last I can remember of my father ended there.
I opened my eyes to see no one was there. My back cried from pain, my mouth and nose dripped with blood, my hair covered my face, my hands over my stomach, and my eyes were swollen. I dragged my body toward the wall to rest. My eyes teared for help and I was left to bleed.
Unconscious, alone, afraid, broken, numb........hurt.
**The walls are coming closer. My senses fade away. I'm haunted by your shadow. I reached to feel your faith. You're not here.**
Blood fills my mouth....and thoughts conquer my brain.....
When I finally woke up and noticed that he was standing right beside me... I thought "it wasn't a nightmare, it was reality."...... He stood there waiting on an answer, this time a yes..... I looked at him and said, "I'm not going to agree...."
With all his will, he grabbed the side of my neck with his vigorous hand.... I tried to avoid the tone of his voice and the glare of evil in his eyes.... I began growing weak but stood strong in one position... He finally let go, and I immediately took a deep breath....... He looked at me, and spit right into my face and said, "It's ashamed your my daughter, I swear to god your nothing but a bitch!"...he then walked away.....
My vision was weak, but I can still draw out his figure. I slowly moved back noticing his clutched fists....
"Nothing but a bitch"? I thought to myself....Nothing but a lost soul trapped in a body of broken dreams..... nothing but a prisoner of life..... everything soaked in the depth of lies and horror that overcomes happiness.....
Still with blood in my mouth and blur in my vision. I whispered, "I'm not your daughter". I coughed to get the blood already running down my throat out and moved closer to the wall behind me. He stops. "You don't show up, and when you do, you come to marry me off to a man 33 years older than me."
He turned back and marched toward me. The ground under me shook, and the air felt so dense..... I knew it was coming....
From that moment I had no thoughts, my brain froze, and my heartbeat so fast. I hesitated to move, and just laid there waiting on him to beat me..... A hand came across my face, and I stood there with my head hanging in sorrow.....
I closed my eyes, sat against the wall and sacrificed my body....... I felt nothing but the wounds that just grew deeper, and my body becoming numb.....
The last I can remember of my father ended there.
I opened my eyes to see no one was there. My back cried from pain, my mouth and nose dripped with blood, my hair covered my face, my hands over my stomach, and my eyes were swollen. I dragged my body toward the wall to rest. My eyes teared for help and I was left to bleed.
Unconscious, alone, afraid, broken, numb........hurt.
**The walls are coming closer. My senses fade away. I'm haunted by your shadow. I reached to feel your faith. You're not here.**
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