Oh good, a dad nightmare

Like i didn’t just have one of those like three days ago

This time heand some other family were cleaning out my grandmothers house and i stopped by to check it out and help

I took a few things, helped bag a few things, remembered thst i had an art school assignment due in which i had to depict “the truth”, and tried to laugh about some things we found, like i had done in real life with my aunt and uncle, and then he cornered me and told me i should just go if i was going to be disrespectful in the house of a dying woman (she’s not) and thst he would prefer it if i died and that no one wanted me there but I waa too stupid to see it.

And i tried to run from the house but it became the house i grew up in and i had to serve dinner to my dad, step mother, and step brother like a butler. I had to use special plates that celebrated my step brother that were only used for dinner when I wasn’t there. I couldn’t show that I was crying and I had to do everything perfectly before I could leave. I kept screaming in my head, “this is abuse! This is abuse!”

I tried to run outside to my mother because I had just seen her in the kitchen lecturing my dad but I couldn’t find her car

So I fucking went, as you do, to highschool where i was crying both about my dad and that i was at fucking highschool and while the group of students i waa waiting with talked about how they were going to integrate school -wide wi-fi between classes. They brought me a treat from the local McDonald’s and or donut shop: sugared dough fried into a cast of a human hand with detailed wrinkles and everything. It looked like a glove of skin. There was a chart on the wrapper indicating how hot it was - and therefore how good - by how many times it steamed when you held it. It had the thickness and consistency of a crepe, it was just also a hand.

I tried to tell them that my dad wanted me dead, but he works at my highschool as everyone’s favorite teacher and it was no use

I just sat there crying, worried about my art project to draw “the truth” and then i woke up with lingering crying and lingering feeling that i had an assignment due