Welcome back, dear. Ready for another one on one? We'll have a great time.
I have to go to work, Dad.
Surely you have some time for your old man.
My field of vision turned to nothing but a blinding white light.
No, Dad, stop. I'm serious I need to go to work.
Enjoy your little trip down memory lane, sweetie.
Don't call me sweetie-
Blood. Blood everywhere. Trickling down my arm, seeping into the bathroom rug. Staining my clothes. Smeared artistically onto the unsettling white walls. I covered my eyes, horrified. But it had already started. He triggered the memory. The sound of a door creaking open, and light steps walking closer.
"Y-You cut?? You..you're a monster..you're a freak..you're a psychopath.."
"Wait, Brendan, don't go-" *SLAM*
Monster..freak..psychopath..
More blood. A small clink filled the room as I dropped the razor.
But I refused to cry.
You were such a stubborn little girl..I think that's enough for now. Enjoy your day at work!
Leave me alone..why won't you go away..
No response. How typical.
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