I remember.
I woke up. I made breakfast. I served breakfast to them. I went to school. I came home. I cleaned, and weeded, and worked until my fingers bled, and then he came home, always the same.
I remember
His lumbering form could be seen from the kitchen where I was making his dinner. He would stumble into the room, drunk, always drunk.
I remember.
After they ate the food I cooked, he sent me to the smallest room on the second floor. It took exactly three and a half hours, always exactly that for them to be sleeping soundly.
I remember.
He came into the room where I was standing in the middle, waiting, always waiting.
I remember.
You could hear the slithering noise as the thick leather belt was pulled from his waist. Hissssss. Crack.The belt crashed into me, harder, always harder than the last.
I remember.
The blood was pouring, always pouring.
I remember.
The pain encompassed me and seeped into my soul, always seeping.
I remember.
I couldn't stop the beefy hands from reaching out and encircling my neck. I couldn't stop him, always unstoppable.
I remember.
He killed me last night, always in the darkness, because I existed against his will.
I remember.
I remember every move, every second, every smell, as the last of my blood flooded from my open wounds.
I remember the sadistic glint in his eye as he watched that light leave me.
No one saved me, and I will remember.