No Pictures Please

Today my dad wanted to take pictures of me because I got dressed up for once. I told him no repeatedly. Why? Because I don't want a picture of the worst day of my life.

I don't want to remember tonight, when my dad was yelling and shaking with anger and disgust and hate towards me. I don't want to remember tonight when he was frothing at the mouth, mucus coming down his nostrils. I don't want to remember me screaming back at him at the top of my lungs. I don't want to remember my hand shaking uncontrollably as I reached for the bottle of water. I do not want to remember the things my dad said to me tonight. The sick and twisted things we both said to each other.

I don't want to remember any of it.

But we probably both will..until the day we die.

That is why: No Pictures Please.