Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Nightmare

((This story had child abuse elements in it so if you don't like that, then you can skip this one.))

If there is but one thing that this young child cares about in his life and even in his afterlife; it would have to be in his uncontrollable fear of his own self.

I remember how he looked at the mirror every time his Father was done with him and he would just be so disgusted with himself that he would cry his eyes out and take a shower to wash all feelings of his Father's hands on him.

Yes, I was there.

I was there in between the fabric of my realm and reality to see the abuse take place and see the young boy with his tears and frightened facial expressions while his Father did the unthinkable.

He wanted to tell, oh, really did, but his Father made oh so many; I would say dangerous promises but that would be a bit silly, wouldn't it?

It would make so much sense that the boy did nothing but keep quiet about the abuse and cry it all out while other people either ignored him or just tried to comfort him.

It makes me almost laugh that others, such as his sister, knew about the abuse and did absolutely nothing to intervene and stop all of it before the madness ensued.

It also makes it almost impossible to see such a small boy shine his only redeemable object of hope onto me and think for a moment that it'll save him.

Such a strange but foolish way to show his bravery towards a creature, such as myself, and the others to prove that he had some fight still left in him.

It makes it heartbreaking that on his last breath, his Father sealed his fate onto a spiraling whirlpool of both madness and tragedy into the boy's already broken mind.

As a creature of this boy's deepest and darkest part of his odd configuration of fear and insanity as a whole, I found it amusing to see that it took a while for him to finally break.

I must be complaining then, his body was burnt to ashes and kept in a jar and put under the surveillance of a cross right on top of the sealed case.

Unfortunately, that wasn't enough for the boy's Father, wasn't it?

For some reason, that spare Marionette caught his eye and he took so much precaution as to open it right up, pour the ashes into the thin frame, stitch it right up, and hope for the best.

But nothing came out of it, nothing at all, it was rather disappointing to the boy's Father and he watched at the box that contained that Marionette was taken away by the company to be moved away to somewhere else.

He didn't even know that the soul within the puppet awoke in halfway into the journey to that said new location and he was suddenly forced to sing and dance for children old and young alike.

Rather, it was a terrifying experience for the boy to deal with as he had no idea what was going on, and that he looked absolutely ridiculous as children made fun of him and threw many things at him when he didn't do what they wanted.

And so for two years, this young boy was forced to be hidden away in a box, forced to only get out and look around to see many different young and old faces (some that were familiar), and the fact that the strings strained his entire body was rather tedious.

I would never forget that when the boy was sent back to where his hometown was and got his first impression of his Father was that he killed an innocent outside of the said establishment.

Well, if one can calm an Android an innocent, then I have no problem on what beings such as humans have gone so far as to continue on their delusional haze.