POV

I used to judge my relationship with my father based on, like, a day-to-day basis on how many things I've done to piss him off in that given day. And this day that I was here playing on the computer felt like a good day, that I hadn't done anything wrong. It all went without a hitch. We hadn't talked very much. There wasn't much opportunity for me to do anything bad. But then he just comes in, looks at me. I turn up and look at him, and he just says that I look stupid, and he walks out, and I thought that was the end of it. I was like, "Oh, well, okay. That's not too bad." But then he comes back in with a pair of, like, meat scissors. And he just starts... He just, like, grabs my head and starts hacking my hair off. This used to be my brother's room. That's true. Um, yeah.

Sighs

I remember hearing beating and, like, screaming coming from your room, and it was, like... unnerving screams of, like, anguish almost. And it was like......really, really unnerving. It was almost scarring.