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My body swayed sideways, and I fell to the ground, my
head touching the cold tiles of the closet. I curled into a
small ball, trying to chase the cold away.
Come find me, mommy.
Don’t leave me, daddy.
“Please… I’ll be… a good boy. I… will… never ask… for
another toy… or chocolate. I will…never cry again… I
promise. I promise… I will… be good, a good boy…
promise, mommy. Please, daddy… please…”
They lied.
They didn’t find me.
“Help me.”
They left me with the monster in the dark.
“Please.”
They forgot me.
“Mommy… daddy…”
I JERKED AWAKE, gasping and breathless. My body was so
cold; I was numb and shaking like a leaf during a storm.
The bedsheet was soaked with my sweat, and I swallowed
past the heavy lump in my throat.
It was just a nightmare.
Lies.
How could it be just a nightmare if it followed me when I
was awake?
My heart pounded in my chest, and there was a dull
pain.
The world spun, and I wanted to vomit as my stomach
churned with nausea. The pain in my head flashed hard and
heavy.
Breathe. Fucking breathe. Goddamn it.
Slamming my fist into the mattress, I let out a snarl.
Hate. Anger. Self-loathing. Pain, so much fucking pain