their eyes fill with hatred but they act like saints around other people who don't know them and i pretend not to see the demon that has tortured me since i was seven because they say it's against the bible not to love him this very dark thing that hurts my sister and not me if she would just keep her mouth shut we would all be happy and as it looks into my eyes and decides to spear me i wait for him to look away take a deep breathe and remind myself "that's not a demon that's daddy"