• Clinging on to the sanity that is almost faded, faded away in the inner sanctum of hell, my pitiful life.
    Leaning off the edge of splintered wood at the green yard down below, I spread my arms wide, eyes closed.
    Please. Please fly me away from this horrid nightmare, but I know that's a dream to good to be true.
    I step down and glide down the stairs as not to give the slightest hint that I was outside.
    Back propped against the siding, I blend into the shadows.
    Muffled shouts and doors slamming shut, like a sonic boom.
    Oceans of tears drip from the house, tainting its fixture.
    Don't cry. Please don't cry everything will be alright.
    Body shakes from aftershock.
    Alright?
    Me. I'm not alright, I'm struggling at the surface.
    A girl can dream can't she?
    He'll take that from me too.
    Daddy.
    Stop!
    I can't take this anymore.
    Please go away, leave mommy and me to live in peace so I can have the childhood that I should have had.
    Just go
    Go
    Disappear
    ... Before I do it for you, it's a matter of life or death. Death will happen if we tolerate you any longer, we'll die of being shackled to your hateful deeds. Life, OUR life, a life that doesn't involve you, which begins now.

    I won't say good bye, nor say I'm sorry, since it's your fault that were miserable. We can be free and fly with angelic wings of innocence, no longer bound behind closed doors.