Dahlia

Dusk Until Dawn {2}

Today. December 2nd. 6:38 am.:

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Some days, I would stay up all night crying on my floor. waiting for the right time to escape. I would stay up from dusk till dawn waiting; waiting to be saved by my prince. But He never came.

I never got a real answer as to why I was put through the hell I was dragged through as a child. I still haven't. I wondered why I was put through all the shit well my older brother sat on top well I was thrown behind like an old teddy bear that had one eye and an arm and a leg ripped off

I was the black sheep of the family, I was at the bottom of the brick wall well my family was sitting on top. I was put through tests all of my time living in that hell.

I remember one evening in the winter, It was negative degrees outside, buttfucking cold. and I made a mistake a mistake that my father would hold a grudge for, for a very long time

I was set to a survival challenge in the snow. I would be set outside in only a tee-shirt and shorts with some sneakers on and would be driven out into the deep forest for the night.

My father had a tree house built for my older brother when he was young to train in. but it wasn't so much of a tree house anymore; it was more of a shack on the ground. I was driven there for the night, locked on so I couldn't escape

The shack was basically disintegrating the once nice oak wood was falling to pieces and the glass windows were torn off. I had little to no shelter

The old ripped curtains were holding in the little amount of warmth there was left

I thought I was done for that night.

Until a bright light shined through the curtains, lighting up the whole inside of the shack. I was lying down curled into a ball on the ground. trying to keep myself warm with my body heat.

The light turned off. I thought for sure I was going to die. That was until someone crawled through one of the broken windows and knelt down next to me on the ground. I remember them stroking my hair, strangely they made me feel safe with their touch

I was sniffling barely making any sort of move to run, or breathe much

trying to make myself smaller. I thought maybe if they were going to hurt me, they would have done so by now. But they didn't

They just sat there, stroking my hair with the back of their hand breathing slowly. I felt something warm drape over my entire body. A Blanket.

I felt at ease.

Their soothing humming is slow and steady, soft and calm. It rang like a soft chime in a fairytale bell. Making me think I was in the garden with my mother, Playing checkers and dancing around like princesses with flowers in our hair.

The good times.

I faintly remember someone else as well when I was younger. But not enough to remember what they fully sound like, look like, or even what their name is. It was a very faint memory. But then again; I was only 5

My body was starting to heat up. I felt as if I was laying at a warm fireplace, Christmas eve eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate. Always making sure to out the cookies and milk for Santa. And of course carrots for the reindeer.

The blanket was soothing, Just as much as the touch. The figure stayed for as long as I can remember, waiting for me to fall asleep. I fought to stay awake; just to see who this strange person was.

And Why they would care enough to come and help me.

I didn't care, I thought it was probably the nicest thing someone has ever done to me. but then again I was only 9 at the time. I didn't think of it as someone who wanted to slice my throat open anymore.

I thought of it as someone who wanted to help me with my pain. I thought of it as a creature from God. Sent down to take me up to him.

But he wasn't ready for me yet. I guess He still thought I had a purpose to live here. But I was being greedy, I wanted to leave all my pain behind and join him in heaven to leave the abuse and join him.

But like I said, He wasn't ready for me yet. I turned on my side and grabbed the side of the blanket that hadn't fully covered my body and pulled it to me tight. The stranger hadn't moved the entire time I was turning like I had ants in my pants.

My eyes were starting to feel heavy. I was fighting for the last bit of warmth before I could fight it anymore and I would be put into a deep sleep.

The stranger stroked my forehead one last time before adjusting my blanket to cover my body fully.

They bent down and kissed the top of my forehead and placed their fingers over the spot they had just kissed

They got up off their knees and stood up to their full height. My eyes were drooping; fighting the last bit of awake I could get.

But before they left. I heard faint words almost like they meant it to be a whisper

"Love you, Dolly"

I remember that voice. The voice I used to fall into when I was a child. The voice I fell into when I was scared or when I was picked on.

"Mom?"