I don't really remember my childhood that well, but what I remember is something I wish I hadn't. When I was a little girl, probably around six or seven, my father abused me. Of course since I was little I didn't know what to do at the time except for to tell my mom. Yet, every time I tried to tell my mom, my dad would abuse me even more. One day, when my dad was going to be late from "work", I told my mom. When I told my mom  she hugged and told me she would take care of everything, but In the end....she couldn't do anything. They argued all night that day and the rest is a blur to me.

       But now since I'm older, I understand what happened. My dad apparently was an Alcoholic, which made him abusive, and that night my parents argued, that's when they divorced. So now  I don't really visit my parents, and I barely visit my dad at all, but when I do I always have this weird aura when I'm with him, even though he says he's "changed". Even though he left scars on my skin that faded away, the nightmares he caused can never be replaced....