AKSRNA
To the little girl, he was a figure to be feared.
She had shut the curtains, too scared to peek out. The darkness enveloping her calmed her, put her mind at ease. She stared off lost in her thoughts, too engrossed to hear the pounding on the door.
The moment he stepped in the house, her heartbeat would spike up, certainly not in a good way.
She dreaded this time of the day. Her little eyes creased with worry as she quickly sent up a prayer to the gods above, hoping for the night to pass without any grievances.
Like everyday, the time had come.
Through the haze, the girl deciphered a silhouette making its way towards the light.
"Aksrna, my dear," he said, a blinding smile on display, "How was your day?"
Their conversations had always started like this. Aksrna desperately hoped that the evening would be different.
She had always wished that the blood and screams would be avoided.
"I had a very good day, father." She replied cheerfully despite her terror.
The man stepped in her direction, barging into her personal space.
"Look at that, lucky you." He snarled, his mouth twisting. A deranged expression took over his face, his eyes alight with fury.
"Was it really that good?"
Aksrna didn't have the time to acknowledge her confusion.
"How come you're entitled to have good days when mine are shit?"
He cocked his head to the side, assessing his daughter with a glare.
Because you never listen to the advice everyone gives you. Because you refuse to spend your day with anyone. Because you don't allow me to speak to you.
There were a thousand answers to his question, but Aksrna didn't dare voice her reply.
"Am I not worth talking to, daughter?"
She would've answered. She would have replied if she were allowed to.
"Am I that bad?"
He slowly walked towards the shaking girl. Gripping her chin, he smiled cynically.
With that he raised his hand, angling it towards the little girl's face.
He suddenly halted mid-way.
If not for his change of heart, the girl's face would be forever imprinted with the stamp of her abusive father.
Aksrna couldn't help but notice a flurry of emotions in her Father's eyes.
Anger. Rage. Guilt.
This certainly wasn't a daily occurance.
Her father opened his mouth to talk-perhaps scream- but immediately thought against it and closed his mouth. A stream of tears slowly cascaded down his face, threatening to spill on the cold concrete floor.
He extended his hand and laid it on the girl's shoulder- who was watching her father intently.
Taking a deep breath, he managed to give her a small smile.
"I think you should leave, Aksrna." The softness of his voice surprised the girl.
If what he said earlier didn't baffle her, this surely did. Before she could question his statement, her Father interrupted her.
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Fantasy❝While one world will have secured itself, the other will shatter into pieces and seize to exist.❞ Watch what happens at both ends of the spectrum. ✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ Two worlds, Two beliefs, Two principles One winner. ...
