My Three Fathers Ch 1The only thing I could actually remember was the first and last visit of my father. I don't know if I had more than one. My mother didn't approve of me since I just turned 10. She started to turn berserk for some odd reason, and treating me as I wasn't her own. Child abuse. That was her way of showing affection towards me. Yep, I lived a wonderful childhood. But the strangest feeling of all is that I felt like I was being watched. Not like a stalker, but more like someone was out there to get me, perhaps kill me. There would be this dark feeling, submerging from the shadows. As if it swallows me whole.
Like falling off out of place, I wake up with a smack of floor meeting face. I got up and rub my face. I look around and then all those memories fall back again. 'Oh yes, I remember now.' After brushing myself off, I make my bed (couch) and then walk to the bathroom to prepare myself for the day. Every time I enter myself into the bright white room, where cold air meets me, I always get