Trust, what a funny thing. Why is it that some people we meet, there is this deep connection where we trust them right away. While others, trust is like a butterfly wing. It's beautiful, delicate, though could easily be damaged if given to the wrong person. I never thought I would be put into a predicament where I would have to find out if the trust I had for this person was like a butterfly with beautiful giant wings that could be seen from afar, or if those same wings were shattered and ripped apart on the ground.

Here I was, standing in front of the man that told me he would always love me. The person I grew up with. He knew all of my childhood darkest secrets as he never gave me a reason not to trust him. The knife that was once used as decoration above our fireplace was now pointed at my throat. The oak handle that has been worn down with age as it was handed down through generations. The silver blade that had the last name that we shared engraved into it.

"Dad..." I tried to speak, the pain pulling at my throat like the knife had already pierced deeply through it. Making the loud voice my father always heard become brittle and broken. Filled with confusion and worry. I had to be strong, I couldn't let this proud little butterfly full of trust break and shatter. I needed to hold on to save myself. No matter what would happen the inner child in me had to know I trusted him with all my heart. He's still my father.

"I trust you..." My father stared at me, his cold black eyes being the only thing I could see. They were eating me alive, as if there was no soul behind him. It didn't feel as if he was really in front of me. It felt as if I was meeting a stranger for the first time, scared to approach and talk to them. But it was different. This stranger had my father's face, his clothes, his scent. Everything about this stranger was yelling the word 'father' right at me.

"Dad, don't you remember me? I'm your baby girl! It's me! It's Bray!" I yelled, my heart breaking with every word that came out. No matter how hard I yelled out my name the facial expressions never changed on his face.

"Dad please! I trust you! Didn't you hear me!" My voice rang through the small room, bouncing off the tan walls that were filled with artwork I once drew. I pointed to everyone, trying to show this man who I was.

"Daddy... Please. I love you." As those three big words escaped my mouth I watched as something lit up in my father. Not a spark of joy as if he remembered who his daughter was. But a look of hatred. His eyes filled with flames as he moved closer. The blade pushed deeper causing me to be scared to move. My back was against the wall, causing me to not have a place to run to.

"I love you too." Was the final words I heard from my father's mouth as the blade cut into my throat. Causing my vision to go dark and black. The final image was my father. Tears in his eyes as he just committed the biggest crime of his life.

Trusting him was like going to sleep. Closing your eyes and not knowing what was about to come next. You don't know if you are going to close your eyes and end up in a princess castle living your Disney dream, or if you are going to end up in a field with thousands of monsters around you. The monsters could seem far, while some of them may even seem close. Some could be the people that held you while you were the smallest. The ones that watched you as you grew up and watched you walk across a stage as they called out your name. The one that was supposed to walk you down the aisle during the happiest day of your life. Those people could be the monsters that live among us.