There was no magic in my home, I live in pure hell so to keep myself sane I create the magic in my own mind, in the closet of my bedroom where I stayed.
In my world I created a magical kingdom where I was the beloved daughter of a handsome King and beautiful queen who loved me and took care of me. It was a tropical country with vast plains. The valley was covered with rich grazing grasses and tilled fields, while the low rolling hills were shaded by luxurious growths of tropical vegetation. This great land was intersected and watered by many broad, slow-running streams and rivers, with fish in abundance.
Bright, fragrant flowers hung on trees and shrubs that surrounded them added coloring and a finish to my kingdom. Tall Palm trees fringed the ocean’s shores and lined the banks of the rivers for as far as the eye could see.
Over the cool rivers, winged butterflies hovered in the shade of the trees, rising and falling in fairy-like movements, as if better to view their painted beauty in nature’s mirror. Hummingbirds made their short flights, glistening like living jewels in the rays of the sun.
I was clothed in beautiful dresses, with layers of underskirts and lacy dresses. My coats were warm and had fur collars. My shoes had no holes; they were Patton leather and would match every color of dress that I owned. I had all of the food that I could want, when I awoke each morning in my room there would be a table laid out with fruits, juices, pancakes, or waffles.
My bedroom was painted a beautiful green to match the outside landscape. My bed had puffy pillows and a fluffy comforter that would keep me warm in the winter. I even had slippers and a robe that matched.
My dad gave me a dog that loved me unconditionally and protected me from evil that was always near trying to lure me away. And my mom gave me a black horse that was always by my side, so that if I needed to I could escape at any time. When I moved through the kingdom, all eyes were on me, I was a princess, a beautiful princess that was loved and adored by all.
That was my kingdom, the one that I belonged.
I was in my closet and heard my mom call for dinner. I knew the minute I sat down that her husband was drunk; I didn’t know how I was going to make it out back to the safety of my closet.
“Eat your dinner, don’t you know there are starving kids in Africa.” He screamed at me.
“I’m not hungry.” I said with my head hung low looking down at my lap. I knew it was coming, any minute.
“What did you say, don’t you talk back to me.” He threatened.
I didn’t look at him. “I’m sorry,” I said as I began to shake, it was coming.
I was lifted out of my seat by my hair and dragged back into my room. He threw me on the bed and put his knee into my back and began beating me.
I cried out in pain. “Don’t cry, don’t you ever cry.”
“Please stop hitting me” I begged.
He punched me in the back of the head.
“Hello, Princess. You’ve arrived just in time for a celebration in your honor.” I was back home far away from the madness.