My Luna's Silent Love

ous that I had a nightmare. Although it was a nightmare, it was nothing compared to what I experience every day. The content of the dream became blurred as time passed. I only remembe

ore I thought about it, the more painful I got, and in the end I had to give up. I calmed down and closed my eyes again, thinking th

worn ladies sandals. Before that, I had been home barefoot. So when I received this "gift", I cherished them very much, because it can more or less help me withstand some cold and discomfort. This was given to me by Jeff. Of course, it was not a gift like what I said before. He gave them to me just to make me feel more comfortable when wo

s were also bloody. "I told you that you CANNOT speak, how dare you disobey my orders!" He yelled, and at the same time increased his pressure to press me against the wall. I feel my back is about to split. I can only bite my lip as hard as I can to keep myself from crying. I shook my head vigorously to show that I didn't mean it. No one would want to kill him or herself for such a small thing as talki

se he didn't seem so grumpy when I was a little girl. Although not as gentle as other fathers, he would never hit or scold me at that time, and he would never hurt me - his own daughter. It wasn't until my mom and sister left that everything had changed

my back, which meant I cannot easily reach my wound by myself. And obviously, Jeff won't help with my wound. I looked down at the old wound on my leg and arm and smiled bitterly. There is nothing at home that I can use to disinfect the wound. I walked slowly to the bathroom, preparing to take a cold shower, which would make it a little better. After two

g to what he had said, I felt nothing inside my heart, no emotional fluctuation. And he didn't even think of me as her daughter. Every word he said seemed to de