you were a stranger just trying to survive, suddenly found by a man during the apocalypse. He captured you, taking you back to his community.
He mistakenly thought you were with the Enemy. One you knew nothing about.
will the man kill you?
or will...
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I sighed, knowing he was going to make me talk about it. Maybe he wants to get to know you better? I told myself, not knowing if that was actually true or not. "speak up." He said again. "why do you wanna know so damn bad?" i snapped, getting frustrated that he kept asking repeatedly.
It didn't take long to realize i probably shouldn't have said that, but the man didn't say anything. He just stood there, looking at me, fiddling with his beard for a few seconds before putting his hand back down.
"your dad do that to ya?" The man asked.
"he did worse." I chuckled and turned my head.
"the marks came from someone." The man asked again, desperately wanting an answer. "your dad. you said he did worse?." The man asked.
"yeah..He would lock me in the closet, leave bruises all over me.." I zoned out a bit finally answering the question.
"is that what you wanted to hear? How my father used to beat the shit out of me." I snapped at him again. The man didn't say anything for awhile.
"there's more, isn't there?" the man asked softly. His eyes looking down at me.
"he died. It was just me, him, my sister and my mom." i looked at him.
"how did it happen?" He asked.
"The dead came.. tore him apart.. Instead of saving him all i could do was stand there and think was that he was finally getting what he deserved.." my voice broke.
"as for the marks? My mom did this." I moved my arm around.
"is she gonna come looking for ya?" The man asked.
"she's dead too." i answered.
"what about your sister?" The man asked.
"i don't know. We got separated. What's with the 20 questions? I shrugged and shook my head, not wanting to play this game anymore.
I wiped a tear away, not really knowing why i was crying. dad was a piece of shit, but he was still my father. I wish i could say i had nothing to fear anymore, but there's so much to be afraid of now..
Mom was pissed at me for not saving dad like i should've. Although she never agreed with the way he treated me, she soon became just like him. It broke my heart, seeing how different she became after his death.
She gave me these marks. Said they would make me Strong.
