In the Dark✔COMPLETE

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"Cass. Look at me." My tormentor calls me. "I'm not bad. I haven't harmed you in any way. This is how you repay me? By refusing to talk to me?"

"N-no. I-I'm thinking." My voice was shaky, and I was sweating frim every single pore in my body.

"What could you possibly be thinking about, Cassandra?" He asked me.

He made me feel like a child.

But I no longer knew how old I was.

I didn't know who I was. This darkness was causing this eternal brawl in my mind, filling me with an otherworldly paranoia. 

That's who and what I was.

Paranoid. Confused.

"Cass, be grateful."

***

My father stared at me. His eyes were disgusted by me and my disfigured form.

"You little -"

He interrupted himself by punching me.

It was brutal, critical.

I fell backwards, into the glass table, shattering it.

Each sharp shard digged into my skin.

I sobbed hard. Very hard.

I kept on going.

Tsunamis were coming from my eyes. I was and felt hopeless.

And then I heard shouting. A gunshot rang throughout the house, deafening. An agonizing scream attacked my ears and then....

White.