I can only remember back to when I was three. Before that is just a blur. I guess it's like that for allot of people. At the time I was only three years old. I was living with my parents, my brother, and my little sister. My little sister was born very ill. We had to have the doctor over to help take care of her almost every day. My parents knew she wasn’t going to make it. And if she did, she would never be able to live the life of a normal little girl. She would never be able to run around outside or play hopscotch or any of that. I was never going to be able to watch my baby sister take her very first steps. There I stood at the door wrapped in bandages being sure to not let my parents see me out of my room. I looked down at the ground in sadness. I knew what they were going to do to her. They were going to pull her off life support. They were going to just stand there and watch my little sister die.
“Were pulling the plug” I heard my father tell the doctor.
I slid down the wall in the hall way. I heard the slow and steady beeps of the heart monitor become one long endless beep. I curled up into a ball and pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my knees around my legs. Yeah call my parents heartless, cause well they kind of are. But I could never say it out loud. I love my parents very much, I could never hate them. No matter how much hell they put me through on a daily basis.
I heard footsteps heading towards the hallway. I quickly stood up and quietly made my way to my room before my parents had seen me. I looked through the small crack in my door and saw my parents standing in the hallway talking. I heard my father sigh and he turned away from my mother and began walking to my room as my mother followed closely behind. At that very moment my heart sunk, just like it does every single time they even look in my direction. But there was no time to think about that now. Hide? Yeah right they would only piss them off even more. So with that fat in mind I decided to go and sit down on my bed acting like I didn’t know they were coming. My bed is just a stack of boxes with random crap inside. My blanket was made up of old clothes I had found in dumpsters that I duck tapped together to make a blanket. MY pillow was a shirt that had hay stuffed in it with the arm holes head hole and bottom hole sealed with duct tape. I ducked underneath my blanket with only my tale hanging out and I poked my head out from the blanket.
MY father opened my door and looked at me. He slowly entered my room and my mother followed.
“Sit up Yori” My father said.
I did what my father said without any arguments. No back talking no anything. That’s how it always was. I never dared do anything to disrespect my father.
“The doctor wasn’t able to save your sister” My mother said.
So not only do they stand by and watch her dye but they lie to me about it as well.
I looked down to the ground with a sad face to try at act like I was surprised.
“What were you doing out of your room?” My father asked.
My eyes widened. How did he know?
“I picked up your scent when you were standing out in the hall way” He said.
I know how people say there family isn’t exactly normal. Well I guess it applies for all families. But I come from a family of panther demons. Big pointy ears and a long black tail and black hair. I honestly can’t think of anything that scares me more than my father when he’s angry.
“You know that you’re not supposed to come out of your room unless your mother and I allow it” He said.
I knew it wasn’t supposed to lie to my father. But if I didn’t then he was going to beat my ass till it ripped open.
“I had to pee” I said innocently.
My father walked out then came back a few moments later.
“Fine. Here’s a cup” He said throwing an old cup at my head.
I put one arm over my head to try and stop the cup from hitting me. The slightest thing will set my father off. Anything out of line or if it’s just, I don’t know how to say it. But he loses his temper very easily.
My father walked up to me and slapped me across the face.
“We have rules for a reason Yori” He said sternly.
MY hair swept across my face then back to its original form.
“Yes sir” I said.
If you lived in my life the most important thing to do is to never question your parents.
“Now have you learned your lesson?” He asked grabbing me by my hair.
My head ached as he pulled my hair. I nodded my head yes and he violently threw me into a wall. My back hit the wall and the pain rushed all throughout my body as I gasped in a gust of air.
Both of my parents walked out of my room and I worked my way up. Great family hu? I know I love them. No that’s not sarcasm talking, it’s the truth. I know I’m insane, but hey as I said before I don’t think I could ever hate my parents. It never matter what hell they put me through. I could just never find the heart to hate them. Even if deep down inside I truly did hate my parents…I could never bring myself to admit it. I couldn’t even think about it. I know you’re sitting there thinking “Kid what the heck is wrong with you” or “Why don’t you call the cops?” or maybe “With all the shit they’ve put you through so far I don’t see why you don’t hate them” Shall I go on? The point of it all is that no kid can ever hate his or her parents. There was a loud banging on my door that snapped me back into reality. Also nearly made me piss in my pants a little that’s how loud it was.
“YORI SWEATY” I heard my mother call in a sweet voice as she continued to pound on my door.
I walked over to my door and opened it. My mother stood there smiling warmly down at me. She bent down to where she was at eye level with me.
“Yori sweaty are you ok? It looks like you hit your head pretty hard when you hit that wall.” My mother said.
I nodded my head at her. See my mother is kind and gentle…most of the time. But when she wants to play…that’s when I get scared.
“Yori dear, will you play a game with mommy?” She asked me.
I nodded my head yes. Yes I knew what I was getting myself into. But it’s not like I could run. Believe me I tried. I’ll tell you the story about that after wards. My mother and I walked into the kitchen and she turned on the stove.
“What game are we playing today mother?” I asked her.
She took out some large frying pans and set them in the stove.
“Burn” She said not looking at me but at the same time sounding happy about it.
MY expression changed to an “of course” look, just a sadder version. I'm not sure if you want me to tell you what burn is or if you just want to wait and see. I guess ill just tell you. Burn is…
“Yori, Shirt off please” My mother said.
I nodded my head. Well it looks like you’re going to have to see what it is. I took off my shirt and folded it up and set it on the table. I got off the chair and laid belly down onto the floor. The oven temperature was at 400 degrees and I heard my mother opened the oven. I heard the pan being dragged out of the oven.
