Leatherface by Bogdan Dragos

An animated scene in which there is a raging fire that's burning a house and a young girl stands at the door and is about to leave
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no, despite what I wanted

to believe

for the sake of

fantasy merging with

reality

she was not the

infamous killer

Leatherface

She was just an

ordinary girl

holding a

human face with a bit

of hair

It was clearly something

very precious to her

“The only thing I have

left from my

father,” she said, turning

it from one side

to the other

and back. “It used to cover

his face and it never

was something pretty. But

what did I know at the time?

I was just a kid.

He came home drunk as usual,

but this time

he was also beat up

real good.

Some friends roughed him

up after he

sold them a bad tip at the

bets. That’s what I

understood later in life.

I loved that man

like any daughter loves her

father.

I didn’t know he was bad

because I hadn’t seen others

and because he was

never bad towards me. Only

towards my mother.

I thought that was normal.

I thought drinking after you come

home drunk is

just something adults do. He

did it on that evening

and fell asleep on the bed,

muttering excuses for why

he couldn’t play with me with

one side of the mouth and

curses aimed at my mother

with the other side. And I said that

I loved him and even

kissed him goodnight.

That was the night he died. After

the cigarette fell from his hand

on the sheets and caught fire.

No matter how drunk,

one should be able to get

up from flames, and my father

could really, really hold his

liquor. But

that evening… there was

definitely something else in his

liquor. Something that made

sure he wouldn’t wake up.

And he didn’t. He really didn’t.

He burned alive in

the bedroom

as mother and I placed the

sparkly stars on

the Christmas tree.

Well, unlike someone else,

I wasn’t at all

happy when we finally smelled

the smoke

and heard the fire. Despite

all the warnings and hands

that tried to hold me

back, I barged into

the room and tried to grab him.

But all I could grab

was his face that

was so melted it came off like

a cap from one’s head, like

a silly mask you wear

to prank your friends at parties.

Well, it was as hard to

pry it off my hands as it

was easy to take it from

his skull. I never

let go of it. Still have it,

as you can see.

It’s a disturbing sight,

I know.

I don’t want someone’s face. All

I want is someone’s love.

Never had it since

that day

so I

kinda lost hope, you know?”

“Hope comes back,” I told

her. “If you had it

once, it’ll return.”

“When?”

“Like all things, when you no

longer desire it. When

you give up.”

She put the face

back into

her purse. “How do you

know that?”

“Trust me. I gave up

enough things

to learn it. I’m something

of a pro at

giving up on things I

wanted. Dreams and

whatnot.”

She smiled

and stood

It was

time to go

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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28 Comments Add yours

  1. We often, made ourselves believe, that we had kind, wonderful, loving parents when we were little, because we needed that to grow up as safe and as sound as we possibly can, then, as we grew older, we realized, that what we believed as young children had been, lies, and, it takes us, even, longer to, get over that. What children believe about their parents, was for survival’s, sake, and, understanding, knowing what the truths of our own, selves, that’s, growth, in, becoming, adults in body and, psyche too.

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    1. (´。• ◡ •。`) Well, you know what they say, when you’re young and growing up, your parents are literally the gods of your world. Their word is law, and their actions mold you into the person you’ll become when you’re their age.
      So… yeah, they better act right…
      But, let’s be honest here, how many of ’em actually act right always and in ALL ways?

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  2. kenhume31 says:

    This is absolutely brilliant Bogdan, definitely one of your best stories! 👌👌👏👏❤️❤️😁😁 Exquisitely described; heartbreaking & graphic. Beautiful in it’s ugliness.

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    1. Thank you very much, Ken! (๑ →‿←๑)

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      1. kenhume31 says:

        You’re very welcome dude! 👍🙏😁😊

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  3. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s graphic depiction of holding on to past wounds and allowing the damage to persist is sad, shocking, yet very relatable. Wanting to believe in the goodness of a parent is every child’s wish and security blanket. It nurtures a tender soul and renders hope and love, but when a fantasy is shattered, it can leave the most disturbing remnants. Maybe living in the past is the only way of escaping from the present that demands we brace ourselves for the future.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Thank you, Terveen! ( ◕ᴗ◕✿ )

      I still believe that over 90% of artists are made by an unhappy childhood…

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  4. Jane Aguiar says:

    Heartbreaking but seems like a true story, Bogdan ❤️

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    1. Thank you!
      Though I’m happy it’s not 100% true ( ⊙ ‿⊙)

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      1. Jane Aguiar says:

        Most welcome,⊂(•‿•⊂ )*.✧

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  5. michnavs says:

    This is a very graphic, sad and heartbreaking narrative of a past trauma; but at the same time provides hope to the readers..

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    1. I’m glad to hear that, Mich!

      Thank you! ヾ(o✪‿✪o)シ

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  6. gwengrant says:

    Sadness, tenderness, ugliness and beauty all together, with a deeply human understanding. Love it.
    Gwen.

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    1. Thank you, Gwen! 🙂

      (˘⌣˘)ノAll hearts know the language of pain. Not all of them might speak it, but they all understand…

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  7. jonicaggiano says:

    Ok, this story is my favorite so far. What a brilliant little girl. She figured things out pretty fast. This is extremely sad, but I could relate to many things in this piece. The father falls asleep with a lit cigarette, the father drinks when already drunk, and more etc. This is so creative Dragos. I just love it. A story told, with so much heartache and with amazing creativity.

    “I don’t want someone’s face. All
    I want is someone’s love.
    Never had it since
    that day”

    I wish I would have had stories like this when I was young to read, I wouldn’t have thought I was all alone. Thank you Dragos for going to the dark side to help others. Hugs and blessings, Joni

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    1. (っ◕‿◕)っ Thank you very much, Joni!

      So glad to know this one’s your favorite! 🙂
      * ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        I like all your work Dragos but I am sad and sorry to say that this piece I could relate to so specifically. I use to stay up hours it seemed when little, when my mom or dad were drunk and had lit cigarettes in their hands. When they would go to sleep I would sleep what was barely left of the non-filtered camels out of their or her hand usually. I was just a little girl. We did have three fires in the kitchen when I was little. Your writing style is so different and yet so incredibly on the mark. Blessings, Joni

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        1. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ. I’m really sorry to hear that.

          You definitely had the kind of childhood that makes one a great writer in adulthood.

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        2. jonicaggiano says:

          Thank you Dragos. I think you must be very intuitively gifted and a sensitive man. Although some men may find these traits not attractive, these are exactly the kind of things a woman loves and desires in a man. You are an amazing writer Dragos. 🌹

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        3. (⊃・ᴥ・)つ Oh, thank you! 🙂

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        4. jonicaggiano says:

          You are most welcome, you challenge the writing community because your writing is so different. I love that the editors are open to someone/who writes outside of the norm – if there is such a thing in writing. That is part of the beauty of your stories. Have a great rest of your week. Big hugs, Joni

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  8. Nicole Smith says:

    Bogden this is descriptive, creepy, heart breaking, sad,

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    1. ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰ That’s life for some people

      Thank you very much for checking it out, Nicole! 🙂

      Like

    1. (ノ・_-)ノ☆☆☆ The good heavens are spectators to the not-so-good earthlings (apparently they like what they see).

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  9. haoyando says:

    Children are very protective of their parents and very gullible towards what their parents say. Unfortunately parents are at best just normal people with flaws and at worst just bad people to start with. Children growing up in bad families are often scarred for life, but people are resilient and resourceful and some people can grow out of it.

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    1. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ. Anyone can heal from a bad childhood. But not everyone…

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