Not sure if this is a good idea or just another form of self harm but I'll write in hopes of making myself realize I have been through these traumas and am still here-even if it's a messed up version of myself.
He smells of alcohol but he laughs and sings happily....One for Tanya, one for Lillian, one for Jerry....I stand holding my breath trying to avoid eye contact. Trying not to shake or cry. Trying to go somewhere else within myself.
He lines up the bullets on the table making sure to slam each one to scare me more and it works. His smile grows. One for Tanya...Picks up my bullet and loads the shot gun. The sounds of the gun snapping shut makes me jump. Don't cry. Don't make a sound. Just pretend to be here. Go somewhere else. Focus on the clock behind him. Listen to your heartbeat and zone out.
He laughs and takes a drink. Slams the glass down. Turns up the music. Points the gun at me. Smiles. Pretends to shoot. Bamp. Bamp. I turn and walk towards my room. Holding my breath I can hear him walking after me but my heart beat is so loud. Just concentrate on the heart beat sound and stay inside. He pretends to shoot me again. Bamp. Bamp. His laughter gets louder when I slam my bedroom door. Tonight I will sleep in my closet.
If only I could go back now and know that I could have called the police. If only I could go back and yell at him. Take the gun and shoot him. If only my Mom had done something when I told her. If only I could go back I would have done it so different. I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO GO BACK.
He smells of alcohol but he laughs and sings happily....One for Tanya, one for Lillian, one for Jerry....I stand holding my breath trying to avoid eye contact. Trying not to shake or cry. Trying to go somewhere else within myself.
He lines up the bullets on the table making sure to slam each one to scare me more and it works. His smile grows. One for Tanya...Picks up my bullet and loads the shot gun. The sounds of the gun snapping shut makes me jump. Don't cry. Don't make a sound. Just pretend to be here. Go somewhere else. Focus on the clock behind him. Listen to your heartbeat and zone out.
He laughs and takes a drink. Slams the glass down. Turns up the music. Points the gun at me. Smiles. Pretends to shoot. Bamp. Bamp. I turn and walk towards my room. Holding my breath I can hear him walking after me but my heart beat is so loud. Just concentrate on the heart beat sound and stay inside. He pretends to shoot me again. Bamp. Bamp. His laughter gets louder when I slam my bedroom door. Tonight I will sleep in my closet.
If only I could go back now and know that I could have called the police. If only I could go back and yell at him. Take the gun and shoot him. If only my Mom had done something when I told her. If only I could go back I would have done it so different. I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO GO BACK.