being Dallas moon

chaos a head

I was born into an  extremist Christian family. Every Sunday, me and my  sister Dallas were forced to stand on of wood fence with nails protruding through the bark. Our Father would beat us to help if we didn't step on the nails before three o'clock. He would tell us that was showing sacrifice for god and gratefulness to him, Our Father. Dallas was my youngest sibling she would run try to escape my father's terror, come to bed with a bloody nose and black eye.  My father was always pick at her the most because she was small and innocent. I say was because in an episode of his ill-gotten rage my father beat her to death Infront of me. My father was trialed for murder, but there wasn't enough evidence to imprison and slaughterhter the son of a bitch. Let's skip ahead to my present day twenties , when I have visions and communicate with the dead....              P.S.  I have three older sisters and one brother. My  mother was having an affair with my  father's cousin and got caught in the act. My father filed for divorce and my mother was deeply remorseful and wanted to get back with my  father, but he left town with me Dallas in hand.)