10. Aesthetic criteria

Dawn-

Why am I here in the first place? What did I do? When did I become so wrong to be treated this way?

Am I going to understand his behavior while he crumbles my soul beneath his foot without wanting to know what’s going inside me?

He might be a sick-ass, suffering through whatever but that doesn’t give him the right to talk to me that way.

Am I supposed to stay in this room forever just because my own dad disowned me? I’m old enough to live on my own.

I packed my bags though I had nothing here I could call mine, it’s not like we’re bound to each other. His worries are not my concern neither is his pain, all I can care about is my plan to escape which is exactly… nothing.

I haven’t planned anything, perhaps I'm spontaneous, perhaps I'm stupid to think I can easily step out, but planning would make me lose the motivation I have at the moment, I might face hitches that I'm now overlooking and that’ll make me weak and vulnerable.

It got dark as I waited for him to sleep, I didn’