I'm waking up in my dream

I looked through the sliding door and saw my father and mother sitting next to me had turned as I walked slowly in their direction.

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TW⚠️ violence

"Sit down," my father said in a cold voice and I immediately noticed that he was so angry as if he could burn the whole city down.

I sat down in front of my parents and looked into my mother's eyes, which were already deep in my soul I saw her eyes getting bigger with every moment, her skin getting whiter, her face becoming redder with anger and her eyes giving me a look of hate so that I got scared.

My father got up from his seat and walked towards the window while my mother struggled to stop herself from dividing the planet down the middle. My father came back and I saw that he had closed the curtains in the living room and closed the windows.

"Do you know what an ungrateful, spoiled cunt you are "My father asked, his voice showing all the hate and anger towards me. My mother still looked at me as if she was about to grab me by the throat and strangle me, which made me even more afraid and stopped looking at her.

"Just out of interest, if it makes your punishment or situation better, what score did you get on your history test?" my mother asked me, trying to stay calm and not blow up like a firecracker.

Oh shit, SHIT, SHITTT! She means the test my test that my teacher gave me in the first lesson this morning! I knew this would be my end.

I stood up and tried to appear as calm as possible and went into the hallway to get my test from my backpack. My whole body was shaking to the tip of my nail and I wondered if I would survive this night. My heart was beating harder with every second.

I took my test out of my backpack and held it in my hand and looked at my score and I had a tear on the paper. I went back to the living room with tears in my eyes.

I sat back in front of my parents and handed my test to my mother. She snatched it out of my hand and looked over at my test and I felt my heart jump out of my body. The room was so quiet I thought my parents could hear my heartbeat. I saw my mother slowly looking up at me.

The hate in her eyes is a blazing fire in the darkness of her soul a poison that is slowly eating her mind and heart. It is a cold, relentless hate that has lodged itself deep in her thoughts, wiping out any sense of mercy or compassion. Hate is the darkness that knows no redemption, a maelstrom of anger and pain that stifles all good.

She gave my test to my father, who had already made a fist of rage and was ready to hang me from the ceiling at any moment. My mother stood up and I could see her whole body was red from anger.

My fear rises with every second. I'm too much afraid to look up what my parents are doing right know. My dad is probally death staring me. But what is is my mother doing right kno- BOOM!

Something breaks on my hand and my vision was black for a moment. I fell on the ground of the living room and looked up.

I saw that my mother was holding a half broken vase in her hand with blood. I then realised that she threw the vase on my head. Normal people would faint in this situation. But the vase was very thin but still I should faint! Why can't I faint, so that my beating doesn't even start here?

I stood up with tears in my eyes and tried not to cry infront of my parents, because they would think I'm weak.

Then my father slapped me with his right hand and held my head with his left hand. He looked me deep in his eyes while my tears increased and flowed endlessly.

"You're such a disappointment to the family, I'm ashamed to call you my daughter!", my father said in a quiet, angry voice while he is looking in my soul.

He is looking deep into my eyes with hate in his eyes and screams: "I'm sending you to a private school, I go to work day and night to pay your school fees detention!" I looked down and I cried more and more that everything was blurry. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Aren't you ashamed of any of these things!?" my father shouted loudly and hit me in the face with all his strength.

I couldn't breathe anymore it hurt so much. I could swear my eyes were red from crying and my cheek was blue from the punch my father. I fell to the floor and everything became more and more blurry.

My father hits and kicks me all over my body until I could no longer feel my body. I just let it go and got caught up in my own thoughts

I may not be able to see clearly, but I can think clearly about my feelings.
I'm scared.
I feel like I'm in hell right now,
I always felt like I was in hell when my parents beat me.

I can no longer feel sny part of my body, only the tears that were running down my cheeks. But these tears are not tears of sadness. They are tears of fear and anger. I would never forget what I had to go through for years because of my parents.

My parents beat me for years and during those years I developed such a big fear of violence that I can call it a trauma.

My mother ripped me out of my thoughts when she suddenly pushed me against the glass cabinet. I felt the shards falling over my body and the blood slowly flowing down my body.

"You deserve something much worse, you burden! I hope you have a brain loss you cunt!", I heard my mother screaming, but the voice kept getting quieter.

From that moment on everything was blurry and half black. I knew I was going to faint, but I still didn't want to look weak in front of my parents and I wanted to be brave. But I felt my muscles slowly giving up and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it.

I walked out of the living room with the strength I still had in my body and tried to go into the kitchen away from my parents while I saw everything blurry and everything was getting darker and darker. I fell on the kitchen floor while coughing up blood and my body continued to bleed.

I saw my parents lips moving and screaming at me, but I couldn't hear them anymore. I tried to stay awake and stay strong, but my body gave up. I lay with my body flat on the floor.

Suddenly my father came and I automatically lifted my upper body and put my arms in front of my head to protect myself so he doesn't hit my face again.

I felt a glass bottle hit my head hard. Everything went black.

END OF FLASHBACK

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It was traumatizing and painful to write. I hope so much that one day the violence in this world will stop...❤️