ROBERTO
"Mom?" I stood up from my tiny little bed using both of my hands to clean my eyes. "Mom?" I called out again.
No response.
I quickly dashed out of my room heading towards her room but I stopped in my tracks when I heard noise.
The same nightmare over and over again, just like the other times but this time it was different, I stared at the horrible scene in front of me, my father was slowly dragging daggers along my mother's body torturing her and making her death a slow and painful one.
I was just a kid, I stood up above watching what was going on, using my hand to hold my mouth, my mother's eyes finally met mine and she shook her head 'No.'
Slowly my father turned his head towards me with a sick wicked grin, as I was about to run away I felt someone grab my shirt.
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