As a child there was a monster in my house.He would come into my room a few times a week late at night and attack me and scare me.
He always had this terrible smell coming off of him I could smell it most when he screamed in my face. He told me he wanted me dead and wished I never existed.
I tried to tell my mom but she never did anything. I even showed her my bruises and scratches, but all she did was cry and tell me that there wasn't always a monster.
I think she was scared to.
One night the monster came in my room smelling worse then he ever had before. He had a gun in his hand.I thought he was going to shoot me, but he just stared at me and said, "You ruined my life".
I heard the loud gun shot and my mothers screams as I watched my dads blood fly all over the room.