"Mama..." Astrid said laying peacefully crying her eyes out in the corner.
"You gotta move on, dear." Astrid's father said.
"You killed mama! And I am not going to move on from what you did you son of a bitch!" Astrid exclaimed.
Astrid's father was never and ever been a father to her, after losing her mother, he started abusing his own daughter.
"Come on!" Her father attacked and drag her all the way to the kitchen to do the dishes.
"Let me go! Let me go! Son of a bitch!" Astrid shouted around the house until her father threw her on the kitchen.
"Do that shit and shut the fuck up!"
Astrid had several bruises all came from her father.
"What's next after this shit?! Kill me as well!?" Astrid asked angrily.
"Nothing will happen if you don't shut that dirty mouth if yours!"
Astrid decide to shut up before things get worse, the more she talks shit about everything, the more she'll get to her end easily.
"Fucking hell." Astrid thought.
Few minutes later, Astrid heard her father getting up and coming up to her.
"Don't you dare." Astrid thought.
All of a sudden, nothing happened, until her dad grabbed her on the waist and put her on the table.
"What the hell are you doing!? Let me go!" Astrid started shouting on the table trying to grab something to stop her father.
"Hold still! I'm going to do something to you!" Astrid's father tied her hands and brought to his bedroom.
"Fuck off you son of a whore!" Astrid shouted on her father again.
Her father slapped her and threw her off the bed.
Astrid suffered from mental illness that can lead her to go insane and out of herself.
Astrid saw a figure on her side, a woman's shadow.
"Mama?" Astrid thought, until she heard a voice "fight back" and disappeared.
Astrid's father came back with painful things to make her suffer to pain.
"You're mine now!" He grabbed her again on the waist and pull her close to him, until she kicked him off.
Astrid went to the fireplace and made the ropes burn that burned her wrist a little, and grab a knife and point it to her father.
"Come near me and you're dead. Dead as fuck." Astrid ran outside her father's bedroom and ran to her bedroom with the knife, still her wrist burn.
Astrid shouted from the pain and helplessly covered the burn with cloth.
"I'm getting out of here. I'm sick of this shit." Astrid said breathlessly.
