"PAPA!" I scream as I get farther and farther away from him. My voice echoes across the hall way. Everyday I get dragged away. I hate being in small spaces where I'm alone.
Tears steam faster down my face as I struggle to get out of the grasp of the bad men who hold my arms.
As we approach the room like close they throw me in the room like I'm a monster. Maybe I am the monster.
The thought takes control of me. I jump up and slam the bad men into the wall. They just lay there. Was that me? Did I really do that? Or was that the monster inside?
Out of energy and multiple unwanted thoughts my knees give in and I collapse to the ground crying.
Blood drips out of my nose as I hear foot steps gaining closer to the door.
"It's okay," says my papa as he scoops me up in his arms. I just let my body relax. He takes me to a more spacious room with a nice bed and a desk. The desk has art supplies.
I can draw something for papa!
I think to myself. I grab the paper and crayons and draw a house and two people. One was Papa and the other was me. It wasn't great but papa hung it on my wall next to my bed.
A perfect family.
