Broken mirrors and glass litter the floor...

No daddy, please don't!

Shut up you little mother fucker.

I'm sorry daddy, don't cut me again.

I said shut the fuck up!

*smack*

The taste of copper fills my mouth.

Daddy why are you doing this to me?

The voices, his voices, scream for more blood.

The knife digs deep into my side this time, but I don't feel it, it's too late.

I close my eyes, no more screams...

I dig deep, deep into the cold, into the dark. Deep inside my mind. I need to find it, I NEED to find it. I need to find that thing that seperates the real world from my dreams. The world that hides me from the memories, from the voices.

I push back the velvet veil, you know the one. The one where I hide from daddy's voices, just like momma said.

I push through the door and squint through the jagged rays of sunlight, blistering red. The open field of flowers, each one holding a happy memory. The overpowering smell of water from a fresh spring, the crisp air billowing across the meadow. The smell of cucumber-melon.

I turn back to the wall with the doorway, to the window, and I open it. I watch through blurred, tear racked sobs.

I see my daddy's face, sptted with my spent blood.

I look at my own hands, covered and thick with my blood seeping out from underneath drenched sleeves

I see my daddy crying through tears, I see the hate...and the love.

He loves me I know he still loves me.

He just hates my eyes, he hates them, hates IT.

IT with its ever judging mother-fuck of a life.

Momma had those eyes, but he stopped them, daddy stopped IT.

He cut IT until they didn't judge him, til they couldn't call him names.

That's how momma knew to come here, to make this world for me.

She taught me how, she showed it to me, the meadow, all the flowers with their happy memories.

The graveyard. The dreaded, haunted graveyard, where the bad memories lay buried waiting for the night to rise again; they want to live again.

I look back at the window.

I see daddy cut again, himself this time.

Momma cries in the corner. She cries tears of blood. I see one eye gazing up at me from the floor, piercing my soul, sending shivers down my spine.

Daddy sees this. He kicks it 'til it rests before my feet.

He slams his foot to the ground, driving his heel into the floorboards.

That sickening popping sound will forever echo in this graveyard.

Daddy clenches his teeth

He grabs my shirt and his eyes go wide with exasperation

I see momma appear as daddy drops to his knees.

She grabs my hand as she releases the kitchen knife jutting out of his head.

I open the door between worlds, but before I can move momma comes in.

I follow her to the graveyard with daddy in her arms. I'm not scared, the sun shines brighter than ever now and the graves barely stir as we pass.

We find the hole, daddy's hole. We fill it, first with daddy, then with dirt.

I run to the meadow and pick a flower, a happy memory. One with me and daddy, happy. I watch as he tells me he loves me.

I place it on his grave and place one hand on the tombstone. I bow my head and shed a tear. Me and momma walk away, hand in hand, never noticing the words printed on the gravestone. The simple words:

EUTHANASIA:

("IT" was his reflection...)

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