His eyes are bloodshot and he breathes heavily. My lower lips quivers at the sight of him and I step back in my room, but I stay in the doorway. He watches me the whole time, analyzing me.
"You brat," he whispers. "YOU SELFISH BRAT! YOU ARE A NUCISSANCE TO OUR FAMILY!"
I feel tears blurring my eyes, so I close them. All I envision is him throwing the knife an seeing it stick in the doorway. I shudder, the dark thoughts eating at me along with his words.
I feel movement and I snap my eyes open. He stumbles over to the knife and I trip backwards. A scream slowly escapes his lips causing me to tremble.
I slam the door shut and he immediately begins pounding against it.
I scream and sink to my knees. I hold my head in my arms, tears dripping over my arms.
When I look down, I yelp. The pain comes a second delayed and I move to my bed after that. A deep cut lines my ankle, the red poring out turns purple.
"Mom," I whisper. "I need you." But I knew she wasn't coming home for a long time. I begin crying violently and the pounding continues. The knife scene replies in my head until it burns.
Suddenly, I feel a hand. A soft, delicate hand one very different from my mother's tough skin. I peer open and see the lady. Concern is etched all over her face. She rubs my back in a soothing motion, a pace much slower then my insane father's pounding.
I watch as a tear falls from her face onto the bed. I stare at it, but not seeing it. All there is are silver knives and deep gashes.
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From Bedroom to City
EspiritualFor six years Marissa has been visited by a woman. This woman has comforted Marissa and helped her through the toughest parts of her life. But when one moment goes to far, the woman grants Marissa biggest wish - to leave. While the two run free toge...
