It was dark, really dark. I think I was in mommy and daddy's closet. Daddy sounded scared. I didn't know where mommy was.
"Where's mommy" I asked.
"Honey please please be quiet. Daddy will be right back I promise." He kissed my forehead. I had to listen to what daddy said. I backed up into the closet. I stayed very quiet just like daddy wanted me to.
I could hear daddy, arguing with another man. The man sounded scary. Daddy was begging him. I heard mommy crying. Why was mommy crying? I didn't like when mommy cried. I wanted to see what was wrong, but I had to listen to daddy.
"Please, please we have a 3 year old daughter she needs us!" I heard mommy say.
"You can take anything just plea-
"DID I ASK FOR YOU TO SPEAK?!" I heard the scary man and scooted further back into the closet.
"Please just don't hurt us..." Mommy said weakly.
"Bitch I will do whatever I want!" I heard that and then mommy screamed a lot.
"Please stop please you are hurting her!" I heard daddy.
I waited a little bit and the screaming stopped.
The closet door started to open.
"Honey come here..." It was the scary man.
"No..." I replied...
"Don't be scared" he picked me up and took me to the living room. Mommy and daddy were bruised and crying. They were also tied up to some chairs.
"Honey I want you to look straight at mommy and daddy okay?"
I looked at them.
"I love you sweetie..." My mommy cried.
"Please don't make her watch!" My daddy told him.
"Okay I won't. Honey say bye to mommy and daddy they are taking a trip.... You won't see them for a while." The man told me.
I walked over and hugged and kissed them.
"Have fun on the trip! I love you!" I told them.
"Now turn around sweetheart" I heard the man say...
I turned around.
Mommy and daddy cried..... I peeked over and the man had what daddy used to hunt pointing and my parents. And then....
"AHHH!".
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I woke up in a sweat.... I had the nightmare again. More like the memory that haunted me. I was three years old when I watched my parents get murdered, I am now 17, and ever since then I have been living with my adopted family. I didn't remember my parents very well but what I did know was that the memory of them being murdered continued on in my dreams every night. Except for the certain nights. Every month I have a dream about a man.... I am much older in this dream. He reassures me that everything will be okay. I always felt safe when I had these dreams. I never saw the mans face but he had this voice that was so memorable and it made me feel complete. He would stand there on the beach and I would walk up behind him. He would turn around, grab my hand and say. "I can make it better I promise." These were the dreams that kept me alive. I have always wanted to cut and I have always wanted to die because the haunting memory of my parents, but every time this dream occurred my life seemed... Like I was meant to be here for a reason. This man or boy or whatever he was in my dreams, he saved my life.
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