Childhood Nightmares

that night I didn't felt asleep at all , I kept Wondering and wonder why was my family so cold to me , only towards me , what wrong did I do to them , why does everyone hates me , I didn't get it at all.

I remember once I were ten I got punished for breaking Linda glass ball she were eight back then and I didn't broke that piece of ball she did it herself but blame it all on me ,I was locked in my room for a day no food and no water , for God sake I were ten, only ten can you imagine! but I let it go, I told myself Linda was younger to know what she was doing , but what about me? I was innocent I didn't do anything wrong and I didn't broke the ball either ,I was helpless.

And back then when I was eleven , goodness Linda and Elena they almost put the house on fire out of jealous! they burned my beautiful dress that was given to me by dad , I know that was just kids little play , but what the hell was that playing with fire in someone's room! even now I don't understand them , guess I will never understand them anyway.

The only problem was that Everytime , whenever something happened, I would be the one to get punished even if it wasn't my fault ,mum would punish me without even asking , she wouldn't bother, she never had time for me , she never paid attention or cared about me even now she doesn't, guess she doesn't take me as her daughter.

my childhood was a pain was a nightmare , where I couldn't stand up for myself, where I couldn't make decisions for my own , well that funny because I am still as coward as before , I can't fight back even when I get bullied the only different is that dad spend more time with me now than ever, so they can't bully me in his presence.

and also there was a time Linda asked me to bring her pillow from the storage room, that time something I never imagined happened to me , I was locked inside the room and no matter how much I screamed out loud for help there was no rescue,

it was a small room without a window, it was dark and full of old stuff that we didn't used anymore, there wasn't enough air to breathe , hence I couldn't breathe well , I was so scared , it was like a death were knocking on my door , I started to cry begging for forgiveness for something I didn't even know, for something I didn't do only for the fear, the only thing I was thinking about was maybe if I apologise someone will open for me maybe I can go out of here , I was only thirteen back then , I called out for dad and I called out for mom I didn't stopped to apologise but there were one , no one came..