I hated the night. I would not want to go to bed or sleep. I didn't know what to expect. I would sleep with my clothes on. And I would listen and hear my heart and breathing, but I would lay still, especially, when she stood by the door. I hated it. I got so scared.
I would lock the bathroom door. Or put something in front so I would hear it open. I still take fast showers!
I could tell when things were going to happen, because things were so nice and she would want to talk and give me hugs. I knew. So I would play outside til I could fall asleep. I 'd hide in the my fort in the forest and sneak in the house. But she knew. I would throw up out side and pace being so scared to go home. I got so scared. I was just a kid.
I would hear noises and I would listen. They woke me up. One night I heard bam, bam, bam. And I thought, shes cutting up my dog. I couldn't hear barks anymore. Why would she kill my dog and yes she would do it. She already attempted suicide in front on me, twice. She would kill my dog. So I got up and walked against the wall down the stairs; she could hear my heartbeat.