A harsh fire stirs within my chest, I reach for it in desperation grasping at it longingly, there is a deep strain pulling at my heart. A strange heaviness. The ache silently echoes, all through my heart as if it is my fate. It pains me very deeply. Tears fall from my face without end, streaming down uncontrollably. Marking my face that was already stained with blood and dirt. My hair lies in wild disarray. Disheveled. My steps become slower with every second, growing slow as the truth unravels upon me. A cliff stands before me, a final end to an awful life. I have nowhere left to turn, no place to run.
My so–called father corners me, drawing me closer to the edge of the cliff. He mutters to himself but none of the words are truly understandable. I cannot stand to be near this tyrant. I start quacking in fear, I am beyond terrified. His pupils are unusually dilated, looking at me without breaking eye contact. He looks as if he got possessed. He no longer appears to be a human like he once was. The father I once knew so very long ago has faded into background noise. I am completely uneasy. When my eyes meet his, I feel nauseousness wash over my body. He cannot be the same man. He mutters to himself threatening to end my once considered precious life but he has yet to act on it. He must lack the confidence to do so, my anger flares consuming my entire being. Who does he believe he is? My life is not his command, he cannot decide whether I live or die. I was educated from an early age to be his and only his heir. He cannot just discard his only family left. This is not fair, not fair at all.
I approach him, frantically running at him, desperate to survive with my life. I tear through the snow and begin to attack him with such desperations; it's almost as if I've gone completely mad. My screams of terror fill the forest, I cry out in agonizing moans as my body flails against his. I hit him with all of the strength I can muster through my sickly body. He does not even flinch at the sight of my fists pounding against him, he remains as stone cold as he always was. Almost as if he was born emotionless. No damage is done against my father no matter how much physical power I attempt to put into it. This situation that I find myself in is beyond infuriating, I feel so weak compared to him. Whilst attempting to attack him, I find myself twisting my ankle, causing a sharp pain to soar throughout my body. He takes that opportunity of weakness to pin me down into the snow, his eyes without even an ounce of pity.
I lay down into the snow, weakened by my own father. He easily overpowered me, as if me being his daughter and only heir meant absolutely nothing to him. I'm vulnerable and devastated. It feels as if I cannot do anything to alter the fate of this situation, I'm beyond trapped. He holds me down by my wrists; a red line appears around as if it's warning him to back off, he does not listen. I look up at him, staring in his soulless eyes that have no trace of sympathy. We lock eyes and he does not blink, not even once. As if his soul is already beyond rotten. I simply will not endure this abuse any longer. I will not suffer under the hands of my own father for any longer. I am not a young innocent child anymore, not a young maiden that he may treat me with such ill intent and dispose of me whenever he pleases. His words mean nothing to me.
Despite the fact he has no mercy for his own child and bears his weight upon me, my spirit is still not diminished. I am not as powerless as he expects me to be. He removes one of his hands from shackling me down, he harshly grabs a hold of bunches of my hair. He pulls upon me terribly, the pain ringing throughout my body. He secures me by my hair and releases his other hand and begins striking me, attempting to beat me to death. My might never vanishes. Whilst he is focused on beating me, I slowly creep my hand up and forcefully latch my hand around his neck. I dig my long nails into the skin of his neck, a mixture of dark red and a deep shade of purple begins blooming along the side of his neck. Blood begins seeping out of his skin, dripping on my very own face. He does not seem to even flinch in pain;it's as if he's been hypnotized. He must not be able to feel any suffering at all but I do. I felt every little thing he has done to me since I was six years of age. I begin squeezing his throat with all my might, struggling to get his body off mine. I watch with terror as his face swirls with many different colors, he looks inhumane. His hands slowly retract from my body, losing the only thing he had, his strength. Without his strength he is nothing. My terror transforms into more of a fascination as he slowly loses consciousness. He lost to a mere lady, how completely laughable. His daughter at that. He's becoming less and less of a person, as if he was ever a person worthy of respect? His eyes slowly dim out as if there was any light available there to begin with. I slowly remove my hands away from his neck, releasing him from my grip. He's deteriorating.
I start to attempt to push his heavy body off me, attempting to get away from him. After struggling for a long while, I finally succeeded in pushing his body off me. His weight was almost my demise. I stare at his lifeless body almost in shock. His body slumps backwards, slipping off the cliff. His facial expression remains the same as he diminishes. The person he once used to be deteriorated right in front of my eyes, it's as if the person I thought he was never once existed to begin with. As he falls I dig myself into the snow, letting out such a despicable scream. This is completely horrid. A scream that exists in my lungs is so loud you could hear it from a considerable distance, it echoes. I double back in fear but I take a deep breath and crawl back to the edge of the cliff, glancing over to check on him. Where his body lays at the bottom of the mountain, the snow was stained such a pure red. He was unmistakably dead. He lays there;unmoving as blood pools around his body, surrounding him like a cocoon. I kneel down and stare upon him, looking at his lifeless body wondering what I am supposed to do. My body shakes as I begin sobbing uncontrollably. My heart aches. I'm trapped, if I'm caught I cannot do anything to protect myself any longer.