Chapter 4

• Surprised and Bandage
• When I come back to, I can feel a stinging sensation take over me, but as I try to gather myself again and I do the normal reaction which is go for my feet, and that is when I realize they again bound my hands in chains. The only thing is, being confounded is normal, but wrapping my feet up when I was out was not. I was confused and wondering who would bandage my feet up. When I assumed no one cared.
• Who would care enough to take the glass out of my feet? Maybe I am not as alone as I thought!!!
• Head is killing me, but I am too exhausted to fight it and soon sleep takes over me once again. The only thing is sleep only comes for an hour or two before these pests bother me. Eyelids flutter as my dreams welcome me.
• I hear a deep voice in depths of my subconscious: “Dad, why does everyone always act so funny around you?”
• He started laughing… “One day, my sweet girl, when you are old enough to understand, we will explain how important you are, but until then, just know that in their eyes and in our eyes, you are our princess. He would explain to my younger self.”
• I would always giggle at him and kiss his cheek. “Well, dad, if I were a princess that would make you a king.”
• : Well, what about me?:
• I heard the sweetest voice come behind me, causing my head to snap around, and I saw my mom appear from around the foyer. Mom laughs and said, “if he was King and you were a princess, what does that make me sweet girl?”
• “Umm,” I thought for a moment with my little finger lifted to the edge of my chin, pretending to think about that question, then I giggled… “Our servant!!!”
• Dad busted out laughing and mom gasped “you little rascal,” she grabbed me and started tickling me.
• “Mom, stop it, stop it. I could not catch my breath. Mom, I cannot breathe” as tears trickle down my cheeks.
• “Then what does it make me, huh?”
• “It would make you the queen, Mom.” Mom started laughing some more. “That is right, and do not forget it.” Kissing me on the cheek, Mom reached over and gave Dad one as well. “Yuck, mom do not kiss dad.”
• Mom and dad both have puzzled looks on their faces.
• “Why would I not kiss dad?”
• “Because you said boys have cooties, mom, and yet you kissed Dad, now you have cooties too.”
• Both could not contain their smiles any longer. It was a priceless moment.
• Dad and Mom were laughing. “Well, if we have cooties,” I saw the wheels stir in my parent’s eyes but was not fast enough to figure out what they were up to until it was too late. They looked at each other and looked back at me with a big smile on their face before snatching me up in a bear hug and planting both their lips on each of my cheeks.
• I first release a small squeak, then an ear bursting scream. “Yuck, cuddies… get off Mom and Dad.” They put me down and were laughing as they watched me wipe my cheeks, glaring at them. Then took off running. I jumped up from the dream of my past and shook my head. It was like they were right there. So close, but so out of reach.
• Pain shoots through my body once again as I try to rub my ankles and wrist under the chains, but of course, that does nothing but irritate it more. My head hurts me every day because of the lack of being exposed to sunlight. With my eyes sensitive now that it will not take but the slightest amount through the cracks in the walls to cause me pain.
• The explosive feeling is like they have placed a weight on my head. Half the time I am feeling like there is drilling noises started off low in my ears, only now it has become a constant ringing that I cannot seem to get it to stop. I think covering my ears will help, but then soon realize it does nothing for me, so I lay down and cover my eyes to be engulfed in darkness until it subsides. The dreadful thing is there is always still a sort of ache left behind, which just shows it will never go away.
• One of their favorite torments now is flashing an intense light in my eyes. Since I have remained in this gloomy cellar with restricted light, it causes my eyes to ignite, and I cannot stand the light for more than a few seconds. It is painful.
• Fuckers.
• I still recall at one point having a light held in my eyes. I was down here for a month solid, with no access to light. Complete total darkness. Daniel was a much worse horror than he is today, if you could believe it. Do not know what provoked the shift, but only grateful for obtaining the slight breaks to rest before the next round of hell takes place.
• I know before it is all said and done, I will find myself blind. The positive in this negative is at least I would never have to worry about seeing people’s reactions anymore. Or would I? I guess that would be a question I will never have to worry about?
• What a life I would get to live. If only that too would be a possibility.