Psycho Dad

Date: 7/12/2016

I was sitting in the dining room with my mom who was looking at stuff on her computer. Suddenly my dad barges in, grabs me, lifts me up over his head, and starts walking to the front door, muttering death threats to me (my dad's really nice idk why my subconscious would think of him like that). I realize that once I pass through the front door, I'm most likely going to die immediately. I try to escape his grip, but I can't. By now I've started screaming about how my life has been too crappy to end now, I'm still waiting for something good to happen. My dad remained unmoved and told me that my life has been just fine you ungrateful child. Eventually I yelled "fine then, do something that will make my life better!" Surprisingly he stopped. He turned around and retraced his steps back to the dining room. He put me down and told me that he wasn't going to kill me and I could stay with my mom. Confused, I stared at him as he left the room. I turned around to look at my mom, who seemed completely oblivious to the whole ordeal. I sat down next to her hugged her tightly, and started sobbing.