Swimming

The Past

Dragging me into the infirmary he pretends to care the moment someone comes into view but I know he doesn't. Slamming me down into a wheelchair he pushes me towards the doctor's office, quickly hooking the IV's into my wrist I feel my world begin to darken, I get to swim again, at least until I am forced to face the truth...

1 year ago...

Lying in bed I shiver, knowing as soon as mommy goes to bed he's going to come and 'tuck me in' even though I have been in bed for the past hour. There is nothing I can possibly do to stop him, I've tried screaming, in which he told my mom it was just a bad dream, I've tried to fight back to which he chloroformed me. Reaching under my pillow I feel around for the hilt of my knife I got out of the barn. Grasping the handle I slide my fingers across the blade causing me to bleed. Good I think, and then he won't ever come back for me any other night. This time it will be him that doesn't fight back. That doesn't scream. After another half an hour passes I hear my mother's footsteps tread past my door and upstairs, softly shutting her bedroom door. After another fifteen minutes I hear my father's lumbering steps slow at my door, slowly turning my door knob and peering in, taking one last glance in the hallway to make sure my mother isn't awake. Creeping into my room I hear him edging closer to my bed.

"Wake up baby girl, oh my sweet girl, daddy is here."

"Hello daddy." I spit out. "Come closer, I am awake."

"I knew you loved my visits." Creeping towards me, I feel the dip in the bed as he starts to sit down, then crawling towards me across the big queen bed. I hear the brush of his buckle coming free from his pants. At the exact moment he goes to thrust himself onto me I shove the knife forward, into his stomach. With a satisfied grin I tear the knife up, deeper than before. It's serrated and tearing vital organs more and more every time he gasp for air.There is no going back from this for him.