As I scramble across the floor, I stare up into the grizzly face of the man who gave me life. How could he come to this? Why does he beat my mother and I when we only long to be loved? Does he not know we love him, despite this?Despite everything that he’s done? I just want a daddy that loves me, one that truly cares. Should we have tried harder?
Then something unrecognizable flashes across his face. His eyes serve as a window into his mind, where I observe an all too familiar emotion. Fear. But why is he afraid? Does he not realize he had all the power? What is there to be afraid of?
The window closes when he realizes what I’ve seen. He raises the gun, not to me, but to his self. Then there is a snap. The trigger releases the bullet, which releases my father anguish;
all over the wall. I sit, shocked, trying to comprehend what has happened. Then, a scream. A prime mortal scream that will pierce my dreams for the rest of my life.