Nightmares
~Frisk’s pov~
It’s been a month since dad died… I miss him so much. I miss our old family, when mom was nice, when dad was here, when hunger didn't exist. Now though mom is mean, she yells when we try to talk to her… She’s just sad that dads dead right? Why else would she act like this?
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Dads been gone for three months now, I wish he would come back but I know he won’t and mom has been sure to make sure we know this. Chara and I aren't even allowed to cry anymore, but it’s just because she doesn't want to be reminded of dad… right?
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It’s been just shy of four months now… I don’t think moms as sad anymore, she is starting to laugh now! But… it’s only when Chara or I fall for one of her pranks, usually we end up tripping on something or pushing something that ends up making a mess we have to clean up. At least mom seems happier now, and the pranks don’t hurt too much so I can tolerate them if they make mom happy!
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It’s been six months now, I still miss dad. They were wrong time doesn't make it hurt less, it just makes it easier to bare the pain, physically and mentally. Mom’s pranks are starting to hurt more, she puts needles on the stairs, she put bees in the food Chara and I ate. It hurts… It hurts so much, my heart, my head… Chara hurts too, she tries to help me, I try to help her, but it won’t stop the pain.
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Mom’s mad, I broke a glass while trying to get water. It was shattered into thousands of tiny pieces no bigger than my smallest nail, she made me scoop up the water along with the glass shards, saying if I was that thirsty that I should just drink that. I tried to refuse, to tell her that that would not be good, that I wasn't that thirsty, but mom ignored me. She forced the glass and water to my mouth, made me drink it. Chara came in after it was too late, mom had left to go get something to drink for herself from the store, while I was left crying silently on the floor, I was no longer able to speak after that.
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Eight months since life went to hell, mom barely feeds us now. She hits us, hurts us emotionally and physically. If there is anything I have learned from what’s been going on it’s how to read a face, understand what someone plans to do by a glance at their eyes. Our mom’s eyes show no compassion, no love, not even a sliver of guilt for what she’s done…
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Ten months… Our “mom” has become increasingly cruel, each night she will take us, tie us up facing each other and beat us. But not the way you would think, no worse. “Mom” would take two bottles of wine or beer, both empty… And beat us with them, each night she would start with the other, one night me, the next Chara. She would hit us until we passed out, or when the bottle broke. This is our “bedtime story” as she calls it.
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It’s been a year our “mom” threw us out, said should she ever see us again we would be dead. So we go.
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We saw that woman called our “mom” many months later, she saw us too. We tried to run, made it to a bridge… but if there is one thing true about our mom, it’s that she is no liar… Or at least in this situation. She ran at us, we dodged and she ended up on the other side of the bridge, Chara and I were trying to save her no matter what she may have done to us we couldn't let someone die when we could help… But she was trying to be true to her word till the end, she pulled out a knife on us. Chara was grabbing her other hand and I was reaching out to grab her previously empty hand… I was the one who took the hit that day… “Mom” fell to her death when Chara let go of her hand out of shock. She fell to her death while telling us to die calling us demons, monsters, miserable wastes of space on the earth. Chara and I got a new saying that day… Never threaten someone if you’re not going to go through with it, and never make a threat that could kill you.
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I wake up from my sleep covered in sweat, I’m coughing up blood. I must have been screaming and crying in my sleep, and opened up the scars in my already damaged throat.