I reach for the warmth even whilst freezing beyond your imagination;the cold frosts my frail body. My feet are left scarred with blood... I run through the blankets of snow trying to outrun that man, that tyrant of a man. My father.

It's below zero, blood is seeping out of my nostrils almost like a waterfall, I can taste it. I cannot even fathom what is happening right and why my father would despise me to the point of being willing to murder me. I wipe the blood away with my hand, staining it red.

I continue to run through the endlessness of snow. My breath comes out in husks, I hold my chest in pain although the cold makes it difficult to breathe. I have no time to stop and catch my breath. After endless hours of rushing through the snow nonstop, I seem to have finally lost him... I just can't believe this. I knew he wasn't very fond of me but to try and end my life is another thing. He's a monster, he must be...

I walk around and slow my pace, feeling safer. I hide behind a huge, evergreen tree, it's covered top to bottom with snow. The cold makes me numb. As I sit down behind the tree, blood trickles down off my scarred feet. I attempt to warm myself up by cupping my face with my hands, trying to blow warm air but nothing works. My hands are so chilly that they feel like they're on fire... I hold my breath, praying to wake up from this, this, preposterous nightmare... This mustn't be reality. It has to be some sort of dream, there's no way. This dream feels too real.

As soon as I started feeling safe, I hear trudging and the crunch of the snow, I hurry upon my feet and scatter as fast as my frail and damaged body will do so. My body barely sinks down through the snow from years of neglect of my father. Why should I let this man assault me? Why should I let him leave my dead body in the snow? Why should he get to get away with this... What have I ever done to deserve such treatment. I've been the perfect daughter, I'm even engaged we are supposed to marry soon. Yet he's ruining my only chance. Hatred for my father fuels my soul, I cannot feel anything but anger.

Whilst running my brain wanders, I remember my late mother. I've totally forgotten about her, I'm only focused on what I must do these days. I haven't been able to think freely for a long time. My mother and I were indeed close, we did everything together, my role model. She named me, "Rosaline dé Anzferd" she sung me lullabies, she was a great mother... She unfortunately died when I was pretty young, it's hard to remember what she looks like. Her death changed my father. He went insane. He threw everything out that was hers and abandoned me. For what? Because I was born of their love and he wishes to forget she existed? I cannot understand... I miss my dear fiance, we were supposed to marry soon... I wish he would save me.

There's a burning sensation in my chest, a strain in my heart, it hurts. Tears streamed down my eyes, my face stained with blood and tears. I'm hurting. When was the last time I was actually happy? Is happiness just a hoax? I run for a very long time but then I reach a cliff...

I'm scared and nervous for my life. My father corners me, muttering about how he has to do this he has no choice. He blabbers about killing me but is still yet to act on it, I fume, who does he think he is? Nobody gets to decide when I die. This isn't fair. Not fair at all.

I run to him and start attacking him;almost as if I'm a wild dog. Hitting and kicking him with all my strength. He easily overpowers me, pushing me down, I lay in the snow, scared and vulnerable. I can't take this anymore. I won't be some little girl he can control and dispose of at any time. Although he's on top of me, I am not powerless. I grab his neck harshly, digging my long nails into his neck until there's blood and I squeeze his throat, struggling to get him off. I suffocate him, watching him scream and struggle to get my grip away, his pained screams are all worth it... I let go of him. I push him off of me with all my might. He falls backwards, falling down the cliff. As he falls he lets out such a horrid scream it must be heard for miles, such a tainted soul. I sob while staring down, he's definitely dead. I kneel by the end, crying uncontrollably. My heart aches. What am I supposed to do now? What can I do? What should I do?

My father used to be a kind man, a honest man, he was trustworthy and reliable. He used to love me, no, us. Seven summers ago, I was nine years of age, My mother fell ill with some sort of sickness she caught while helping in the slums, feeding the children. That's when everything went wrong. Every night she would scream out in pain, her face covered in strange spots, heavy eye bags under her eyes, there was no helping her. It was incurable, the doctors would say. It was helpless. She was in so much pain and he couldn't help her. It broke him. The following month, she got worse. It was time. We stayed by her side until her very unfair end. We weren't even allowed to hold her hand one last time or we'd get sick as well... Our goodbyes were sad, distance away from the same woman who brought me into this world... We hosted a funeral... I was only nine, a child... I didn't understand death that well. The only thing I knew was I'd never see her again and she was in pain, and that hurt me. I cried out for my mom.. He never once comforted me, or said anything to me. For many years afterwards, we no longer spoken to each other. No matter how much I begged. Now he's nothing but a dead bastard.