My Beginning & The End: Where The Road Led [REWRITTEN]

Gluttonous association

13.

Did you grow tired of me?

Am I not what you want to show.

Are you embarrassed of me now.

Am I a doll, or were you only trying to make me one.

Did you expect to be reimbursed for your loss of me.

I'm never going to be what you wanted, am I?

I'm never going to do what you expected of me.

I could no longer sleep. All I would see was past life memories flash me by. I couldn't process the fact that I had been alive more than 100 years ago, and I had memories of the life I lived. They were all like nightmares haunting my reality. It was a never-ending cycle of a horrible relationship with my father. He was vile and cruel. He had no love for me like he had before. It wasn't the man I loved or knew. He kept me close like a bird in cage for his display, then he grew tired of me and threw me away to enhance his throne. He wanted to marry me off to a man that I did not know. I was supposed to marry a man who had money and good status so that my father could repair his connections in society to boost his business and get more money for his unsatisfied greed.

I denied that the man in the past was ever my father. My real father would never do such things. He did his best to protect me and keep me safe. He loved me even when he shouted and scolded me for pouring his drink down the drain. He loved me even when he drowned in the bottle clutched firmly in his hand. I love him even though he died without me. I love him even when I cry because I miss the way he hugged before he faded away to a mere broken man. I know he was still in there. His heart called for security, only he looked in the wrong places for it.

- - -

There was a knock before he slowly cracked the door open. It was dark, but I could see his shadow creeping closer. I was barely awake, but I kept my eyes on the dark.
Soon, he was towering over me. I couldn't react as I realized it wasn't him but another monster. Its eyes were red like a flame consumed by evil. There was no longer any white in his eyes, only black that blended into the darkness. His teeth were turned to sharp swords dripping ruby red, creating a trail behind him whenever he walked. His veins had surfaced up around his eyes, appearing to be black like gasoline fuling the inferno within him. He stood over me, staring me down, contemplating whether he should bite me down or let me out. I just stared back with a blank expression. I couldn't distinguish him from a nightmare or imagination. He muttered something, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted away to sleep.