Everything seemed fine, at first. I couldn't tell if anything was wrong or not. I just carried on as usual. Everything seemed right as rain, fine as pie, okey-dokey. That is....until I heard that whisper. "Angie..." that familiar voice. That voice I only heard for the first part of my life, but oh, how I longed for him to be with me now.
"D---Daddy?" I called down the hallway, turning away from my computer.
"Angel....you're okay....you're okay....nothing is wrong with you....but I'm not okay...I never was..." my father's voice whispered in reply. "But you...you're okay. It's all in your head, princess...all in your head..." This wasn't normal. I hadn't heard things like this in a long, long time. That's when a thought popped into my mind; did I forget to take my meds again?
Back when I lived...there, my psychiatrist Judy had a doctor perscribe some pills for me. I was never exactly sure of what they were, since someone had ripped the label off, not to mention they didn't even give me the persciption. Just my fucking luck, huh? I didn't really take them that much, so I still have a pretty much half-full bottle. Lately, I had discovered their effects and so I started taking them more often. I must admit, however, I'm kind of a forgetful person, at times. I'd easily forget to take my pills, unless someone was there to remind me. Sadly, my foster-mom was at work and my foster-dad was called away on business, suddenly. I was alone. No one could remind me.
"Angel Rose Morgan, get over here, you little BITCH!!" another voice screamed. A voice that made shivers creep up my spine. I froze in place, whimpering quietly. "You sinning little waste of space...I wish I'd never even given birth to you, you pathetic whore!!"
"Shut up..." I growled, my voice quivering with fury and sorrow.
"Don't you fucking tell ME what to do!!" she screeched in response. "You want me to teach you another lesson, you stupid cunt? Didn't you learn last time? Very well, if you WANT me to teach you another lesson, I'll do it!!!"
The memories. The searing agony of those fucking metal pokers against my arms, the belt lashing against my back, her fist slamming into my cheek. It all rushed back to me at once. It almost felt real, like I was back there.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" I screamed, bursting into tears. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to remember. "Leave me alone!!" I fell out of my chair, curling up into a fetal position on the floor, sobbing my eyes out. It was all I could think to do.
I remained there, crying, attempting to block all the screaming and demanding out, for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, I heard a door opening.
"Angie, I'm home!" The voice of my foster-father called. There was a long pause between the two of us, then I heard his footsteps approaching, closer and closer. I heard him exclaim in surprise, when he saw me in such a state. Then, I heard him sigh sympathetically "...You forgot to take your medicine, didn't you?"
I looked up at my foster-dad with glistening, teary eyes. My lower lip trembled as I attempted to hold back my tears. I nodded. He sighed again.
"Come on. Let's go find it..."