Father

"Lucia, wake up," the voice of a woman called me, I had a bad headache, goodness. My body hurt everywhere, so much that I can't even move.

"Lucia, hear my voice," again the woman's voice, I know who she is, but my mind is already feeling the deep darkness growing faster inside me. He has been taking my memories hostage, every corner is already invaded with his shadows and his words. I can go inside my mind again, those terrible nightmares are stronger than ever. I had to run outside but my eyes and body are tired, so tired, I don't know for how long I will stand it.

"I am tired," I said with the only sound I could produce at the moment, and that was a whisper, a hard-to-produce whisper from the deep of my lungs. It is so painful to even say a word, so painful to even think of resisting.

My throat hurt but even more my chest, even breathing was uncomfortable. My lungs couldn't contain any warm air anymore, only the coldness of this putrid cave.