All I could see was the black muzzle of the gun, and just as I was ready to die, my father raised the hand that held the stone and smashed it at me.
A violent vertigo hit me suddenly. All the things in my mind have become blurred. A sticky liquid ran from my forehead to my cheek and I lost consciousness.
……
The pain from my cheek to my ear woke me, and a shadowy figure moved before my eyes. I tried to open my eyes, and then my vision became clear. My father was standing in front of me, and behind him was an empty plain. A humming noise surrounded me.
"Hello, my daughter!" My father forced my face up and looked at me in the eye.
His dark eyes seemed to turn into sharp daggers, and they could kill me at any moment. He sank his fingers into my cheek muscles with hatred, and spoke in a low, cold voice.
