𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙐𝙨

(8) Eunoia

"Let's go before the sun comes up."

Crescent moon marks lived in my arms from each night my dad would grab them too roughly for my fragile skin.

He dragged me down the hall, pulling me as I struggled to match his larger steps.

"Daddy. Where are we doing?" I wondered, quietly looking up at him.

His features were dark, a certain venom in a simple looked that gazed through the items he viewed.

"Shut up!" He spat, his voice raising as he screamed.

The water running at the sink stopped. The silent pause in the washing of dishes that mom had been doing.

My eyes stood toward the ground. My body not moving an inch in fear of an outcome of more damage.

"Ryu, she's only a child. Be more gentle, please. Don't take it out on the kids." My mom quietly begged, her eyes full of pleading sorrow.

This was the cycle.

The circle of events that sent down with each time he let me out of my room.

Mom would try to tell him to calm down, stay quiet before things escalated though it seems that had not worked.

His care was often absent.

He pushed me, shoved me outside the open door before walking toward mom. That's when the sound of a slap echoed. "You have no say in how I treat my kids."

Before I could shift over and check on her, he grabbed my arm again walking full speed out the door to where it shut loudly.

I peeked up, sneaking a look up at him.

His eyes were glowing. Hatred and annoyance being fueled behind their fury and rage.

"Piece of shit." He yanked me forward, his grip tightening.

I was a rag doll to him, being yanked left and right like there was no internal life inside me. .

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I couldn't cry, I wasn't able to. No matter how much I'd gone through, how much I'd endured.

My eye were no longer able to filter out those toxins living in me.

"Shut up."

He continued to drag me, eyes straight forward. But mine observed the environment around.

There sat a park. The swings being rusted, the slide corroded with water stains. The grass beneath it was dead, stiff brown spikes coming from the ground.

I'd never been to a park.

"Y/n!"

I jumped, realized by daydream led me to unintentionally ignore him. "Yes?"

"Pay attention to me!" He yelled, grabbing my face in his hand. I was forced to look into his eyes to only be faced with a reflection of myself.

I looked like him.

"Okay..." I mumbled, looking away. He threw my face away from his hand with a scoff.

He stood quiet for a while looking around as if he were searching for something.

"You see that cat over there, Y/N?" He questioned, pointing to it a few feet away from us.

"Yes." I sighed, not wanting to predict what he would say to do. Exhausted of the actions I'd been forced to do.

"If you love daddy, go kill it."