They all lived a normal life maybe not happy but at least normal. All I ever wanted was normal, a normal father, a normal night, a normal school day or a normal dream, I never had that all I had was a scary life and scarier nightmares, have you ever tried to sleep at night terrified that your drunk father may wake up any minute and bring a knife and end up killing you all? Yes that was one of the million thoughts I had before I sleep at the age of 6 or 7 or 8, most of the times I wake up crying, my dreams were worse than my reality, I dream of my father killing my sisters or killing my mother, I dream of me escaping the house with my family but suddenly we all get caught by him and get locked in a small room full of snakes, he was in all of my dreams, he was the centre of everything. At a very young age maybe 12 or 13 I ran out of tears and feelings, I became as cold as an ice cube, I became hard to deal with I gained a strong personality I thought I was cool back then but little did I know that all the anger inside and the hatred was going to form a huge weight on my knees...