My oc Linda's backstory.

Where it all began

this story will be written in first person, sense it will be from Linda's pov, and in this part shes six. This will be written like a memory.

Warnings: Abusive father, Death, Alcohol, cussing(like, one word.), possibly descriptive.

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It was a ordinary night at home, my mom and dad were fighting again. I sighed in my bed, my mom loved me a lot, and would do anything to protect me from my father, since I was six nobody knew I understand what was going on, but when I heard my mother screaming, I ran down into the kitchen "Mama?" I said in a worried tone, but I found her laying against a chair to keep her stable. My father had a alcohol bottle in his hand, and it had been broken. The shattered pieces were all over mother, mainly her face, her throat, and chest. The blood ran down from her head, and my eyes widen as I noticed her breathing slowing down, as her chest was not moving as quick as usual, her eyes shut, and her body stopped moving, and I quickly ran to her "Mother? Mom!?" I ask, trying to wake her up, my green eyes began to water, as I glared at father "Father what did you do!?" I yelled at him, which surprised him, but he glared back. "Young lady we do not fucking assume things, she is just taking a small 'nap', If you do not keep quiet about this, you'll be taking one too." He threatened, and I shut my mouth quickly, as he left to their bedroom, I stare at mom quietly, I knew he was lying, she died. He killed her. Why did he do that? I knew that they didn't get along...but it still made me question him, as I saw mother laying dead, no pulse, there were shards of glass in her eye, on her cheek, and one right in the middle of her throat that sliced her throat, along with a giant piece that was in her chest, I fell asleep that night next to her...