Reading His Scars #TNTHORRORCONTEST

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"Morning kiddo." My dad smiled brightly and reached out to ruffled my currently longer black locks of hair. I flinched pulling back as his hand still connected with my head lightly. I can still hear her voice from last night, "Remember... remember what he did. Where did you get all those scars from Jacob.... Jacob you have to remember."

I snapped out of it hearing my dad yell slightly, not sternly but simply a little loud to get my attention. I was zoning. I jumped. "Jacob!"  I almost knocked the glass of milk over and my heart started pounding out of my chest as I quickly stabilized the glass and my eyes shift and snap up to meet his. I have hazel eyes his are a piercing blue. I wait.

I'm not sure what I expect but you can just feel the uneasiness within me as he says, "You really ought to be more careful Jake. I'd hate for anything to get broken. Breaks are such a pain." I shutter almost. That almost sounded like a threat with the emphasis he placed throughout the sentence...

I didn't need a direct threat though. I've never felt at ease with him. After I came back from a facility a little over a year and a half ago. My dad says it was for my depression. I was suicidal and depressed. I don't know as I yet again touched my scars lightly brushing over them with my fingers. They didn't look like anything I had done. How could I have done that... I didn't want to sound crazy but at this point I knew he was telling me lies. I just needed to find out the truth on my own if he wouldn't tell me. I stared at my scars, I was no contortionist despite him swearing I cut and that's what those in particular were from but, things simply never added up with him... I thought back to the severe burn scars on my ribcage that needed skin grafts as I smiled and told him, "No of course not dad."

I twisted my lips into a convincing smile and waited for him to give a slight nod and walk out of the kitchen with his paper to let myself began to break down. I couldn't help my breathing increase rapidly and I began to shake. My friend is taking a psychology course and swears I have ptsd prone panic attacks. But from what? This isn't making any sense.

-flash forward to that night-

I had already checked with my dad and was laying down. I decided to try and use yet another sleep remedy Cassandra linked me off of tumblr. I rolled my eyes reading through the long, detailed article was enough to make me tired. Thats what she never understood; I wasn't having trouble falling asleep its... its what would happen around midnight when I do. I had to prevent myself from screaming every night in order not to wake him... It came to me naturally covering my mouth so the sobs were barely audible. She had instructed me to call her if it happens again. And quite frankly the unease is so draining anymore I plan on it. My dad will kill me if he finds out but I'm just praying for the best at this point.

After figuring things out in my head and doing a million mental calculations I drifted off to sleep.