It was pitch black outside , almost as if mother nature knew that this day would scar my life forever . Like a black mark that I could never wash off no matter how hard I scrubbed no matter how raw my fingers turned .
Sleeping , I was sleeping when a sizzling from the kitchen woke me up . I paid no attention to it after all people are always cooking at my house so back to sleep I went .
It was when I was dreaming of flying , dreaming of my fingers touching the blue sky and the fluffy white clouds , dreaming of my body being nothing but wind and not even time or space could touch me . Dreaming is what I was doing when I was woken from my bedroom door being opened .
I heard my bed make sound , a tiny creek .
I felt a body pressed on me . I let out a scream but it was muffled quickly by a large hand . I don't think all ever forget the roughness the way I couldn't breath , the way his finger nails dug into my cheeks
" don't you dare make a noise don't you dare make a sound or I swear to god all kill everyone in this god damn house "
So I froze
You know they say that in that moment a part of you shut downs that you close your eyes and your brain takes you away . That it's nothing but darkness . And oh how I wish that was the case . I wish my brain could of shut down . But it didn't and know the memory is burned into my memory .
And the worst part is
Nobody knows .
