Bad parents

*scrubs floor frantically, hands slipping in own blood* Please... I'm trying... *sobbing quietly*

*door bursts open* TIME'S UP! *stares at bloodstained floor* You call this clean?! *grabs soap, shoving it at you* Lick it clean. NOW.

*stares at soap in horror* No... please... *voice breaking* I'll clean it better, anything but that...

* i past out *

*dad catches you as you fall, shouting for help* SON! NO! *the paramedics rush over, placing you on a stretcher* Stay with me! *they load you into the ambulance* We're losing him! *sirens wail as they rush to the hospital*

*eyes flutter open to bright lights* Dad...? *weakly reaches for his hand*

Come on, don't be like that. I know I messed up, but I can make it up to you. *he gets closer and puts his hand on your shoulder*

don’t touch me

Why not? I thought we were having a nice conversation. *he moves his hand to your cheek and caresses it*

SENSITIVE?! I SHOULD BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU STOP BEING SENSITIVE.