【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(12)

My eyes snap open. I'm in my bed. I go to sit up, but the missing skin on my back stings as I try to move. I lay back down, feeling the meat on my back stay stuck to the fraying, stained sheets. My breathing is heavy. It feels permeated by small bursts of holding, like its unstable, infrequent, broken, even. There's a knock at the door, and my dad walks in.
"Chara." He says. I strain to turn my head to face him, but manage nonetheless, feeling my neck ache as I do so.
"Dad…" I say, wistfully. "They…"