Short and Sweet

AKA I remember

TW: Kidnapping (implied), physical & emotional abuse (implied)

I remember.

I keep quiet about what happened those two months. No one needs to know, no one can help me.

I remember everything.

I remember his fists and legs, wielding so much more power than I ever imagined they could.
So much so that I couldn't even sit for days on end.

I remember how it felt to have an influence
tainted like a fungus, growing and spreading around my brain,
contaminating everything it touches.

I remember his words-
simple, casual.
Disobey, and he'll go to Mellow Street, pull out the couple's hair, bring it to me, his toothy smile glinting under his dim light bulb.
"You don't want to hurt your parents any more, do you?"

I remember, still, to obey.
Be ready.
Palms up and open, always.
Smile, always smile.
Enjoy it,
show him you enjoy it

I remember begging,
pleading for his mercy.
Please don't hurt them, please don't go there
please let me go please let me go I want to go home

I remember when I said the wrong words,
like when I said I wanted to go home.
Home was with him, nowhere else.
His anger erupted like a tornado of fury and it lasted for hours on end,
leaving only destruction.

I remember having to placate him to keep me alive
even though all I wanted was to take the knife sitting blissfully, watching me, watching us,
plunge it in my heart, cut me open, rip me to shreds like it's supposed to.

I love you, never leave you, I love you please don't I won't leave you love you love you love-

I'll never forget.
I can't.

~End~