Darkness, the opposite of light.
Night, the opposite of day.
For many, it is the meaning of relaxing and letting go. For others, it is a nightmare, waiting to be woken up.
It is the screams and cries for help at midnight that set me apart from others. Hearing my mom beg and plead for my father to let her go.
As he threatens her life, she fights to protect herself.
To protect her children.
To protect us all.
My father; a drunk, an abuser, need I say more?
The darkness of night reminds me of all the terrible screams I had to hear.
All the beatings, all the threats.
Pain, and scars.
Scars and pain.
Will they ever fade?
The scar of being told to kill myself… (Link to continue)
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