Sam
...when I was six years old, I told my teacher that my mom was hitting me. I thought she could save me from my mom, and take me away. That didn't happen. She told the cops, and the cops decided to pay my mom visit. My mom knew somehow, and did things to make it look like she was this outstanding mother.
The social workers, or whatever they're called believed her. That night she locked me up in the attic. Told me it was to punish me for lying, and that servants of God didn't lie.
Ever since then I've had a hard time coming forward with anything. I feel like if I hold it in, nobody will punish me for what I say.
but I guess I can't hold somethings in.
I was upset at the time because Harry had more or less made it known that I wasn't his daughter. We saved him from that realm, and all he could do was get angry at me. Then I told him that my mom was here, and told him to protect Heather. His next response was really hurtful. He acted like I had summoned Dahlia to the city.
But, what really hurt was that he made absolutely no indication of wanting to protect me. And I, it hurt, because I'm still Cheryl...his first daughter. I still have her memories of when she was being raised by him. So to be told that, by him...it was like a slap in the face.
After we got rid of Pyramid Head, Heather was the only one who visited. I think Peter dropped by on occasion to drop off food, but I'm not sure. But Harry never came to see me.
So when I figured out that Heather had been kidnapped, I just, I didn't want to care. I was thinking that you, and your family, and friends would save Heather, and Jo. All I could stupidly think was, what if that were me in that situation? Harry wouldn't have saved me. My mom...well she'd just make some smart ass remark about how I should use my powers to save myself.
in the end, I felt that the only person who would have even tried to save me would have been Heather. And I became angry at myself, so I tried to distract myself.