Гречка с рыбой
"28.09.2023 00:12: It is near. I can feel its breath through the thin blanket. I curl up and close my eyes tightly, gripping my head with my hands. It doesn't touch me. It breathes and sniffs me from head to toe. Just don't let the blanket slip.
29.09.2023 07:30: It turned on the water in the bathroom again. I lie in bed, covering my head. Scared to move. I don't feel its presence nearby.
8:01: The water is still running. I listen carefully. No footsteps, no breathing.
8:08: I need to close the tap, or else we'll flood the first floor. And I have to go to school.
It all started after my mother's death. The night after the funeral, my father sent me to bed and went to work. He always worked for several days in a row, and I hardly knew him since childhood. Even on the first - the scariest - night without my mother, he couldn't stay with me.
I recently turned fourteen. I considered myself too old for a nightlight. So it was dark in the room. I didn't hope to fall asleep, and I didn't have the strength to cry anymore. Without blinking, I looked at the ceiling and remembered my mother. I wanted to replay in my memory all the happy moments of my childhood, like a record that my grandfather collects. The initial shock of her death passed, and I was overwhelmed by black endless sadness.
In the oppressive darkness of the night, I desperately tried to find a small ray of light that could ignite hope in me. Darkness always makes you think of the darkest moments in life. And now, instead of warm memories with my mother, which I eagerly sought in my subconscious, I remembered the binges and screams of my father, his heavy army belt, and the terrifying nights spent in the corner of the living room. He often punished me and, forgetting about it, went to sleep. And I dared not disobey and stood for hours, afraid to make a sound.
In such moments, my mother usually saved me. Risking being noticed, she quietly sneaked to me, carried me to the children's room, and put me to sleep. To prevent me from crying too loudly, she told me fairy tales until I fell asleep with restless dreams. It was our tradition: the man is the head of the family, his word is law, and his actions are for the good.
Father used to beat mother. In elementary school, my teachers often noticed the bruises on me. Then my mother taught me how to hide them."
29.09.2023 07:30: It turned on the water in the bathroom again. I lie in bed, covering my head. Scared to move. I don't feel its presence nearby.
8:01: The water is still running. I listen carefully. No footsteps, no breathing.
8:08: I need to close the tap, or else we'll flood the first floor. And I have to go to school.
It all started after my mother's death. The night after the funeral, my father sent me to bed and went to work. He always worked for several days in a row, and I hardly knew him since childhood. Even on the first - the scariest - night without my mother, he couldn't stay with me.
I recently turned fourteen. I considered myself too old for a nightlight. So it was dark in the room. I didn't hope to fall asleep, and I didn't have the strength to cry anymore. Without blinking, I looked at the ceiling and remembered my mother. I wanted to replay in my memory all the happy moments of my childhood, like a record that my grandfather collects. The initial shock of her death passed, and I was overwhelmed by black endless sadness.
In the oppressive darkness of the night, I desperately tried to find a small ray of light that could ignite hope in me. Darkness always makes you think of the darkest moments in life. And now, instead of warm memories with my mother, which I eagerly sought in my subconscious, I remembered the binges and screams of my father, his heavy army belt, and the terrifying nights spent in the corner of the living room. He often punished me and, forgetting about it, went to sleep. And I dared not disobey and stood for hours, afraid to make a sound.
In such moments, my mother usually saved me. Risking being noticed, she quietly sneaked to me, carried me to the children's room, and put me to sleep. To prevent me from crying too loudly, she told me fairy tales until I fell asleep with restless dreams. It was our tradition: the man is the head of the family, his word is law, and his actions are for the good.
Father used to beat mother. In elementary school, my teachers often noticed the bruises on me. Then my mother taught me how to hide them."
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