A dictator's daughter

hello???

Warning

Darkness....

I woke up to darkness....

You'd think a girl like me would have all her lives.

Well that is true but....

I can't always protect myself

Like when my horns came in, it was all so fast.

"Daddy look, a....AAHHH,"  I began screaming murder, holding my eyes, attempting to stop the growing pain from them, my father rushed to my aid, confused and scared. My hands, I remember the moment my horns breached through my eyes, my hands were impelled a bit.

I died the first time that day, bone going through meat, tissue, and thousands of nerves, I remember hearingy father worry for me through the television screens in the abandoned home filled with alcohol.

Alcohol, my second murder. Father was always a drunk, lost my brother due to it, lost my sister, lost my mother, and then my other sister....I stayed though, to Hopeless to leave, to precious to die. I knew when to leave the house, a tug at my heart alarmed me to leave through the window and never return.

Sometimes warning are late...

SMASH

the sound of the glass vase alerting me from my sleep, confused and tired had me not fully at my senses, before my mind can take part of the living, my door opened. "Father...," I said, pity mistake, I could have pretended I was asleep, but no.

"Sw- Sweetie, everything's okay, I assur- I promise," he said I felt weight on my bed, the stench of alcohol ringing in my nose. "Are you drunk again?" I asked, it fumed him, the guilt knowing it was true, knowing he couldn't stop and I was aware.

"Shut up!" He said, bottle smashing the sensitive spot on my head. I blacked out, remembering pain everywhere, bites, pressure, unaware and unprotected, I died from blood loss.

I couldn't blame him for long, I lived with him, he apologized without saying what happened, hopeing I was unaware after the bottle hit, hopeing I could forget.

I didn't

Now today...the day dream murdered me, the rage build up as days pasted, finally the door to this shitty house opened, and came my father, I walked past him, widely awake in the present, the weight of the horns was gone, all the lied was mask.

"Your okay!" My father voiced ran in my ear, he touched me, held me, obviously I pushed him, away, I got up quickly rushing away from the many people around me, smells to many, my hands touched my eyes, the vision of black darkened.

"Light....cut the light," I said, someone obeyed, I took the blind fold off looking around, I could see....