Into The Dark My Child

"You're seriously so overdramatic, I know that didn't hurt." he said lips curled into a sadistic smile. He bent over me hovering above my head, I could feel his thick breath hit my neck. I closed my eyes trying to wake up from the horrible dream, but his yelling didn't subside or quiet down. I curled myself into the smallest ball I could manage in attempt to make myself look weaker. Anything to fill his satisfaction and let him leave me alone for the night. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" The pure rage in his tone has me quivering. I'm in for the long haul tonight. He then grabbed a handful of my hair an yanked me to my feet. Slamming me onto the wooden table, his huge hand coming down onto my neck. "I LOST EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU. EVERY SINGLE BAD THIS THAT HAS HAPPENED HERE IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! WHY DO YOU EXIST!" I don't blame him for yelling all of this. In the end he is right. I took everything from him. Everything he's ever loved I've riped out of his life with my simple existence. I just don't know what else to do to help him. " I NEVER HAD YOU! I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! HOW COULD SOMETHING SO EVIL COME OUT OF SOMETHING SO PRECIOUS AND SWEET! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! AND YOU WILL DIE A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH. PAYING EVERYDAY THAT YOU LIVE! I WILL MAKE SURE OF IT." He screamed in my ear. His words hitting me like acid thrown on skin. His grip on my throat tightened and I felt my eyes bulge in my skull. I frantically scratched and kicked at him but it was useless against his strength. " I'm.....sorry....dad." I tried to choke out, knowing I was running out of time. I desperately needed to get out from under him, but my reactions were too late and I don't have a chance now. he picked me up by the throat and slammed me back on the table hard. I felt my skull hit with a searing pain rushing from the back of my head to my ears. Lights started to get blurry but his voice remained. He slammed me down agian and my vision couldn't focus. Everything was hazy and then.....CRASH. ~ I sat up in bed sweating profusely in my plain gray shirt. I panted wanting to catch my breath. ....what the hell....I said to myself....was that me?....I think so....I felt it....the click of a door jolted me out of my thoughts, white light blinded my vision, I squinted. A white haired woman in a white dress and white heels clicked across the cemented floor. "Victoria, I hope that you slept well?" she quirked. I didn't answer her, just stared. Now I remember. Everyday I wake up and stare at a wall, a wall with no mirror, no pictures, no decorations and no wallpaper. I listen to this woman chirp about how the days going to go. I get dressed and brush my teeth. If I did good the previous day I get breakfast......did I do good yesterday?.....Then I start my therapy and tests. "Victoria won't you just answer me once? I thought we'd have some sort of relationship by now hmm?" she clucked her tongue at me, eyebrows raised in anticipation and wonder. After seconds with no reply she pursed her lips and said, "Right then, well missy let's get you dressed and get you going you get breakfast today? Such a treat for you!" Oh yay. I must have done good enough yesterday. My dream really threw me off though. Suddenly I don't really want my breakfast anymore.