I hate him for making me into what I am today - paranoid and afraid. I’m going to get revenge for my ruined childhood, I decided. And if I could I would get revenge against the whole Russian government, especially the president himself, my father’s best friend; for corrupting my country, my family and my life. I will get revenge. With these disturbing thoughts, I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I decided to go outside and get some fresh …show more content…
I didn’t dare disturb the peacefulness in the room, I just grabbed my worn copy of “The Hound of Baskervilles”, my small reading lamp and settled into bed.
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My prediction that I wouldn’t sleep that night came true. I didn’t sleep a wink, but now I didn’t feel beat or tired, no, I felt ready to go. I was used to being sleep deprived, as I had suffered from insomania for quite a long time, so now, the less time I slept, the more awake I felt.
In the beginning, I just didn’t want to go to sleep, because night time was the only time when I could do whatever I wanted without Father seeing or bothering me. I also took the chance to read as much as possible. The other reason was the nightmares. Well, actually, there was just one nightmare. I kept dreaming of my mother, holding her arms out to me, saying “My baby girl, please, save her.” I didn’t understand what she meant, maybe she was hinting at the fact that I was going insane? In any case, the nighmare also featured my dad, poisonous spiders, and having a brain tumor. Some of my worst