I awoke at 5:00 a.m that morning the sunrise glowed brightly through the curtains and footsteps softly crept just outside my room walking back and forth. I slowly slide out of my dark blue blanket and tiptoed towards the door. The moment I arrived at the door it swung open and there stood my father wearing a shocked expression on his face.
“Darling,” my father gasped out “I didn’t think you would be up so early!”
I just rolled my eyes and walked by him acting as if his existence was nothing more than scum. I don’t remember much of my past to be honest the only thing I seemed to remember was a woman (who I assume is my mom) humming and tune whenever I got hurt or scared.
What made me even madder and my supposed dad was that he never said my name just darling.
I strolled into the kitchen and began to dig through the cabinets turning an eye from my father's hurt expression.
By the time I had gotten all the necessary items it was already 6:00 a.m. I began to make breakfast for two. Though I dislike my father I wasn’t going to let him starve or burn down the whole house (again) so early in the morning.
Two hours had passed and the calm attire soon turned bad. Though we had already eaten and begun what had been our daily routine for the past two weeks when the wind outside begun like crazed dogs, banging against the shutters.
Hours had gone by and it was like the calm before the storm and no one knew.
9:40, I went to my room and to begin to clean and fold laundry when I had heard a crash on the other side of my door. Cold sweat ran down my neck as my gut sank and like it was begging me to acknowledge it, I glanced at the clock and it sang 10:00 a.m.
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Sickness
Non-FictionNo memory. A sketchy father, and them. The red eye, shark teethed monsters. We where captured and sold like cattle. Kids died one by one. Everyone was gone, either sold or killed...everyone but one other. And it seems like he had is secrets...that i...
