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She walked up to the elaborately carved stone door and opened it carefully. It led into a big, dark, and empty room. She took a few steps forward, and she heard voices surrounding her. Voices she didn’t recognize. She took a step back, and felt a pair of hands tighten their grip around her ankles.

Then, she felt the hands loosen then tighten again, this time around her neck. They slowly lifted her off the floor until she was dangling in mid-air by her neck.

It was then that she saw a face. It was pale, and then it hit her. Her dad was the one strangling her. Ever since he’d left the family, there had been no more violence. The hands released her, and she hit the cold, hard gravel beneath her.

She woke up in the living room on the cold, hard marble floor. All the lights were out. She heard two voices in her mind; one was her dad, and one was her mom. Her mind flashed back to the day he had left. Her parents were yelling, she was crying. Her parents’ voices were cold and harsh.

Her face turned pale as she saw her dad appear standing in front of her. He knelt down and cupped her chin with his hand with a look in his eyes that asked for forgiveness. She reached out towards him, forgetting all about that day. As her hand reached out for her dad’s arm, it faded away, and once again she was all alone in the dark, cold living room.

She climbed back up onto the sofa and fell asleep thinking about that night, the night her dad had left. She missed him so much that she'd forgotten about how much he had hurt them.