Little Girl
As I fell asleep the sounds of Father and Mother were growing louder and louder. The shattering of glass echoed like it did most nights. However, something was different tonight. The cries grew louder and louder and the arguing grew worse. As I crawled out of bed, I knew something was wrong. Peeking around the door frame I saw someone different, Woman. Father, Mother, and Woman were in the kitchen arguing. Mother was unMade, she's never unMade. I watch as Father protects Woman. Why is Mother mad? Mother stumbles over to the table. She was a lit match. Burning slowly but surely. Mother grabs the knife off of the table.
"YOU! You ruined my life. We are perfect. Always perfect" Mother slurs.
"Don't do this, you know I haven't loved you. I love her." Father looks at Woman.
Does Father not love Mother? Mother lunges forward, knife in hand. Father jumps in front of Woman.
"NO!"
By the end of the night I no longer had a father.
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Imperfect
FanfictionA story loosely following the Crybaby album by Melanie Martinez with a few nods towards K-12. Written by me, other than right s to Melanie Martinez, all are reserved TWs: Self harm Murder Knives ED nods to SA
