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Nightmares (E.T.)

WARNINGS ⚠️ : ABUSE, VIOLENCE, M*RDER
DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS.

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You were from a complicated family. Before your birth, your parents were crazy in love. When you were 7, your father lost his twin sister in a car accident with your mother. From then on, he always blamed your mother for her death, even if it was because of a drunk driver colliding with the car. He started to drink and became more and more violent. But your mother stayed, because she loved him and because on her own she wouldn't be able to bring enough money for your needs. So she stayed.

You never remember them as a married couple. You only remember them barely talking, your mother always being polite and submissive when he came home. What you remembered the most was how you and your mother would talk in the kitchen and when he just entered the room, it would become so silent you could hear the clock ticking. Your mother would be looking down and you would study your father's demanour and trying not to get caught. Sometimes when he caught you he would start either to talk bitterly, yell or in worse cases slap you.

When you got 12, it was the night of your birthday, and it was the night everything turned into a nightmare. Some neighbors suspected him to be violent so they contacted the police and went to see him at work. They eventually released him and when he came home, he started to scream at your mother, accusing her of making up lies and seeming like the victim while she was the murderer.

You tried to convince her to leave him, to leave one night and you could also work to help her. To build her dream work shop. But hshe refused because she was still attached to that man.
One day, you were just 16, you were coming back after school. You entered the house, waiting for your mother's voice to greet you. But the house was quiet, too quiet. You tried to call for her and then guessed she must be listening to some music in the kitchen.
So you walked towards the room expecting to see your mother swinging newt to the stove. But you froze in your place. Your father was sitting at the table, looking down, he had his fist tightly formed and your eyes caught the crimson liquid on his hands. Your breath hitched. You shakily turned your head to find the limp form of your mother on the ground in between bits of glass. Her head was bleeding and her chest wasn't rising anymore, her cheeks had lost their color and her hair seemed tern.

"The police is coming." You shakily turned your head towards your father, he was sipping a glass of whiskey.

What happened then was a blurry. Your father had called the police on his own and got arrested. Your mother was pronounced dead on the scene of her murder. You became an organ from then on, jumping from family to family, to finally get adopted by an Italian family in Rome. Your adoptive father was a manager, and he introduced you to music. Your therapist saw real improvement after you started to help your adoptive father in the music industry.

Years later, you were responsible for the selection for candidates in the Eurovision and then the preparation of the show. That's how you met Ethan.
After two years of relationship, you finally moved on with him. He was perfectly aware of your past and the mental health impact it had on you. He helped through everything and it was getting better.

But good things never last. You were shopping out with him on a Saturday afternoon. He had his hand on your waist. You were laughing toll your stomach was starting to ache because he had some ice cream on his face and couldn't get the place to wipe it. "Stop laughing and help me !" He whined while rubbing his cheek. "Tesoro, your left !" "Your left or my left ?!" He was helpless, you couldn't breath with how much you were laughing. "Your left !" You exclaimed and after another few moments of watching him struggle. You took a tissue and wiped it yourself. He gave you an embarrassed but thankful look and took the opportunity to peck your lips.