CHAPTER 1
i gripped the edge of the bed i could hear my father sharpening his
instruments when he stopped cold fear gripped my heart and i
whimpered this was the part that almost made me go insane the dull
scent of blood and steel the excruciating pain i felt him press his cold
hands as he kneaded my shoulder blades forcing them into a relaxed
state then he took the knife tracing the constellations of silver ink
across my back then the pressure was released and i heard him walk to
the bedside table and grab the cup of clear misty liquid i knew was
stored there then i was wrenched upwards to my fathers his
calm sinister gray eyes shock of white hair and angular face he forced
the drink past my teeth with a rough shove i accepted the liquid and
faked a swallow holding the little bit of liquid beneath my tongue there
was a time when i
had welcomed it the pain reliever it made you forget but the hard truth i
had learned was better than a soft lie and i would here him muttering
things and in the morning when i knew i had forgotten those words
uttered from his cold lips it would make me crazy knowing if i could
only remember i snap back to reality as I'm shoved back down i slowly
spit the liquid into the pillow so he doesn't notice then i feel it the
blinding pain it takes all my concentration i have to pretend i don't feel
it but its so hard silent tears escape my eye as my father knifes the
constellations out of my back and then blackness i feel
nothing i can't help the darkness