Just a Nightmare - by Queenie (Queentea) I could feel as the indoraptor dug it’s claws straight into my back. It ripped my back apart as I tried to cry out for help one last time. But nothing. Nothing came out. There was nothing I could do. It was the predator. It chose me to be it’s prey and there was no way I would be able to escape. I had to accept defeat. I had to just lay still as it tore me to pieces. I just had to wait until it all just killed me. Then I suddenly woke up. In tears. In pain. And just to top it all off, a huge overwhelming headache. “Thank- god it wasn’t real though, right?” My boyfriend explained to me. “Yeah... Thank-god...” I mumbled under my breath. I knew it was all just a nightmare, but the more I thought about it, the more real it seemed. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m right here, for you.” He explained gently to me. I guess he saw the look in my eyes of complete fear. He was right. It was just a nightmare. But. That didn’t make it any less real. It was real as it represented everything that was happening in my life - and still is. The indoraptor is my father. And he has chosen me to be his prey. Free for him to pick away at. A sitting duck for his cruelty. In real life, he may never have actually touched me, but, everything he did felt more painful than any punch he could ever throw. And that is the reality. That is my reality.
Just a Nightmare

- by Queenie (Queentea) 

I could feel as the indoraptor dug it’s claws straight into my back. It ripped my back apart as I tried to cry out for help one last time. But nothing. Nothing came out. There was nothing I could do. It was t... reality stories
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queentea (16) ~call me Queenie~
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A small, Rant/recollection of an event that occurred in my life.

Just a Nightmare - by Queenie (Queentea) I could feel as the indoraptor dug it’s claws straight into my back. It ripped my back apart as I tried to cry out for help one last time. But nothing. Nothing came out. There was nothing I could do. It was the predator. It chose me to be it’s prey and there was no way I would be able to escape. I had to accept defeat. I had to just lay still as it tore me to pieces. I just had to wait until it all just killed me. Then I suddenly woke up. In tears. In pain. And just to top it all off, a huge overwhelming headache. “Thank- god it wasn’t real though, right?” My boyfriend explained to me. “Yeah... Thank-god...” I mumbled under my breath. I knew it was all just a nightmare, but the more I thought about it, the more real it seemed. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m right here, for you.” He explained gently to me. I guess he saw the look in my eyes of complete fear. He was right. It was just a nightmare. But. That didn’t make it any less real. It was real as it represented everything that was happening in my life - and still is. The indoraptor is my father. And he has chosen me to be his prey. Free for him to pick away at. A sitting duck for his cruelty. In real life, he may never have actually touched me, but, everything he did felt more painful than any punch he could ever throw. And that is the reality. That is my reality.

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