i. HOME chris schistad [EDITING]

2.2 + lørdag

MAR 12 2016

   After all the antics following Elli's nightmare, you'd think she wouldn't have another one.

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   His figure loomed over her.
   'Father...'
  
It was November Thirteenth; the night Elli had gone out to Williams place for a party. It was followed by one of her most noticeable disappearances -- for reference, this correlates with '1 + fredag'.

Elli had rushed home, but she wasn't fast enough. Her Father stood high above her in the doorway, awaiting her arrival. As per occasion, he was going to use extensively psychotic methods of punishment (she could tell by his mannerisms). He gave her a sweet smile and told her to come in. He sat her down at he kitchen table and told her to wait whilst he got dinner.
   Elli was terrified, as she usually was. Her father was being odd, extremely odd --she did not wish to see what food he had prepared her.
   What he brought out surprised and disgusted Elli. He had brought out a large bowl of pure toothpaste.
   Elli looked at him with question, trying to figure out the method behind his madness. With no such luck, she hesitantly followed her fathers continuous gestures and ate the toothpaste. It was a lot grosser than you'd think.
   Imagine eating a spoonful of mint toothpaste, again and again and again. Now imagine doing that twenty times. Disguising.
   That wasn't the end of the night though, but it was the only event that strayed from mainstream abuse. When she stood up from the table her father had come at her slowly and steady, whipping her with his belt, spitting ugly words.

The toothpaste was why she had been vomiting the entire weekend hat had followed.

Elli didn't understand why she was suddenly having memory-dreams. She didn't like it, and she sure didn't condone it. She also felt bad for waking Chris up again.

published: 28.feb.2017