Bound to this HouseBound to this House by Kaylazelda
We moved into this house when I was three.
I remember I saw his true face when I was four.
He could have existed earlier but I don't remember. There were happy days but the days of terror cloud them easily.
As soon as I hear his voice reach that tone its to the corner I go. I tried to bury it deep inside, the fear that made me cry.
I'm so strong everyone says yet this demon still lives in my space. I don't want to talk about him. I spent 16 years of my life since birth with his presence over me; he hit me, he broke me, he left me in the cold, I remember that when I was six years old. Out in the snow, in my nightgown, the gold ribbon escaped my hair, forever stained with blood. I watched it as I trembled, fly away and wished I was never born. I wanted to be that ribbon, so bright yet stained it got away.
When I was 16 I moved into my aunt's.
The psychiatrists didn't help