Dahlia

At Last {1}

TW: Mention of Rape, Abuse, and Crude language.


Today. December 1st. 4:21 am. :

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I found it confusing as a child to hear about the Normal children's lives just to sit back and relax with some crayons a piece of coloring paper and some chocolate milk in a milkshake cup like the ones the waiters and waitresses would give you at a diner or a restaurant.

But, I didn't get that. I was raised in a totally different world than those Children

Thinking back on those memories brings back some of the dark times in my life that I've chosen to put behind me and keep moving forward; not letting anything stop me

When I was younger I was dragged through Hell and back I was taught to show no emotion to hide it so well that I look like a blank piece of paper. But I wasn't that type of kid. I was different than my siblings or sibling. I showed Emotion

And I wasn't afraid to hide it, I would smile, laugh, and jump up and down out of happiness I was the kid that no one could take seriously.

My Father wasn't fond of that. I Would get beaten when I showed Emotion, By both my Father and my older brother. I thought it was a way of showing love; only because my father would do it to my mother when she talked back or showed Emotion as well. But, I thought he loved her. I thought they loved each other

My first time ever getting beaten was at 5 years old. I just got to the fucking age where I could go to school. But instead, I was getting beat

It was at a party my father hosted for my brother, It was for his 14th birthday the age in our family legacy when you become a "Man" apparently

He hosted the party in one of the few ballrooms we had hidden in our family 'Palace'. I was talking too loud at dinner and chewing and talking with my mouth full. Now I think back to it and think of how disgusting that was

I was chatting with one of my cousins, I was Talking loud and laughing at the same time when I reached for the bread that was sitting close to the middle of the table when I spilled Red wine all over the Table runner, and some random ladies' Sequin dress.

I remember my father looking at me with red blazing eyes. That evening, after everyone left the ballroom and went home. I was up in my room when my brother busted through the door and grabbed me by my wrist and yanked me down to the basement cellars where my father would hold his captives

He threw me into an empty cell. I'm now wondering why he didn't choose to throw me in an occupied one but A+ for me I guess. He stood outside the cellar and yelled at me ranting on and on about how I ruined his celebration of becoming a "Man"

Like I gave two shits about you growing arm and leg hair for your so-on "Manly-ness"

But They didn't listen. They never did, and they never will.

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13 years ago:

"Oh Shut the fuck up, Dahlia!" "Quit your crying; your such a baby" I looked up from my tear-stained hands and into my brother's eyes, Which were staring at me with blaze "First, You ruined my celebration and for the cherry on top you spilled Red wine all over our main guest's fucking dress!"

I didn't have words to describe how absolutely terrified I was right now But I just looked back down into my hands, yet again staining them with tears.

My ears were blazing from how loud my brother was yelling at me, I tried blocking out all sound of it when I heard louder boots bashing on the cement of the cellar floor walking straight in the direction of "My cellar"

I took my head out of my hands and saw a towering shadow above me. dark and tall.

I looked up to see my father's red blazing eyes shooting daggers at my throat, He grabbed me by my neck and threw me against the wall with a bang

My knees and hands were bruised and cut open, Blood dripping out with ease. I couldn't hear that well anymore, everything was foggy. I remember my clothes being ripped off my body and the feeling of a knife slicing me threw on the inside.

I blocked out all sound. I tried blocking out all the pain I was feeling but there was no use.

I was crying I was screaming for help. I could hear faint dark laughs coming from the two figures. I wanted to believe they weren't my brother and my father. I thought they loved me. Did they love me? was this their way of showing love?

I didn't know what they were doing to me. I just felt the pain, I felt the cold cement on my naked body. Making me shiver. I cried and cried, asked them to stop but they didn't

"Please!" I yelled my throat sore from all the screaming and crying I'd been doing

"Please stop! You're hurting me!" I cried from the cold bloody cement not daring to look up at the figures It was muffled down here I kept hearing faint laughs and taunting words

I could hear them cheering each other on like psychos. My face was most likely pale from the blood, sweat, and tears I'd drained full from my body. I wasn't enough for them

I never will. and I never was

"The skies above are blue, My heart wrapped up in clover, the night I looked at you" I replayed in my head thinking of the good times. The good times when me and my mother danced and sang to this song in the garden early in the morning when everyone was asleep or when my brother and father were gone

Peace.

"At last"

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