Dream’s POV:
I’ve had trauma for as long as I can remember. My mother was a nurse while my father was in the army. Everyday Drista, my sister, and I have had babysitters. Now I’m 16 and I’m the scullery maid for my stupid stepmother and stepsisters. Drista had died along with my mother when I was 5. I’ll tell you my backstory..
My mother had drista when i was just 2 years old. Drista and I were best friends.. It wasn’t until I was 5 when my dad came home a sloppy drunk. My mom tried calming him down while I tried hiding Drista. Drista started crying and thats when my dad came after her..
I’ll never forget the sight of my 3 year old sister’s body on the ground… My mother went after him and then she ended up getting stabbed… Luckily my neighbor had heard my mother’s screams… Before my dad was able to get me, the neighbor had grabbed my dad and threw him… The neighbor’s wife and 17 year old daughter had gotten me out… I miss my mother and my sister…
The neighbor’s had taken me in until my dad was stable enough… My dad just glared at me acrossed the breakfast table when I came home.
Everyday I would get smacked or kicked by my father… He says hurtful comments and blames my mother and sister’s death on me… I’m used to it though… It wasn’t until I was 8 when my dad announced that he was getting remarried. I had dropped my plate on the ground out of shock… I got hit worse… I cried myself to sleep everynight since my mother and sister’s deaths. Now
I’m cleaning up after my sloppy, lazy stepmother and stepsisters. All I do anymore is make breakfast, do chores until lunch, cook lunch, clean until dinner, cook dinner and help get my stepmother and stepsisters ready for bed. I wish there was a way to get away from this life style
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