Ｅｃｓｔａｓｙ Ｐ．Ｊ．

ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １

The blood curling scream of the pretty lady with bleach blond hair. Makeup as if she was a little toy doll in a young girls dollhouse. She made herself fit into beauty, because she is such an insecure little shit.

I laughed as she squirmed on the floor like a fish out of water. She was bleeding out and she was in pain. Watching her suffer sent ecstasy through my body. What a pathetic waste of air, I was doing what was right.

Eventually she stopped moving, eventually the fun stopped and I was back to normal. I cocked my head to the side as I looked at the cold dead corpse on the floor. The third one this month, Mama and Papa would be pissed.

As if I really cared anyways.

I threw the knife beside the dead body and gave a kick to her stomach to see if she was really dead. She was alright.

I smiled before I exited the house, into the cold, dark, and unpredictable night.

As I stepped out, the cold wind hit my face and my my hair flow in the air. It was like I was flying, the free air whipped around as it pleased.

Sooner or later I had to get going. I preferred to walk wherever I was going. For it felt like there was something awaiting me.

The sky was coated with black, which brought terror but sprinkled stars gave some hope. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Home. A place where a lot of people find comfort and safety, not here. The gate opened when the man wearing all black noticed it was me.

I walked pass the gate and the man, always wondering if i could overpower him.

The door was large and Mr. Chang was waiting for me with a wet cloth. He smiled as he handed the cloth to me. You couldn't help but notice him trembling. I am sure he is scared, if there is as much blood on me as there was at that barbies house.

"Good Evening, my lady. Would you like for your dinner to be served now." Mr. Chang spoke as he opened the door for me.

"No, I demand my mothers presence." Mr. Chang nodded and left to go find my mother immediately. What would they possibly do without me.

Moments later my Mother walks down the stairway and puts her hand over her mouth. "My my, what trouble have you gotten into now." She makes her way to me and touches my face. "My Dear, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

"You don't look fine."

"Then stop looking." I hissed back.

She stepped back and came back to reality, this is who I am.

Mother nods and takes my hand, "My dearest you know when your Father hears about this...it will be the last straw. He has told you what he would do."

I shrug and tug my hand away from hers, "I texted you the address the body is at." My Mother wailed as I walk past her and she falls onto her knees.

"What a bother."

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The time came when my Father got home. He is not as forgiving as my Mother. He has made plans if I were to kill again, and knowing him, he will follow through.

"Ophelia!" I hear from the stairs, the stomps getting closer to my room. My throat tightens as I grip my blankets. This scene being all to familiar. Then the banging on the door came, with the shaking of the door handle.

"You damned brat! Open this door!" The banging followed again as I stood up. I could feel my heart leave my body in this exact moment.

My soul died when I was ten, my life was ruined when I was fifteen, and my heart died when I was 18.

I took small steps to the shaking door. My trembling hand touched the door knob and yanked the door open. The mask I have built since I was ten was worn once again.

"Ophelia, you crossed the line this time. Its done, this game. It is all done. You are leaving once the men get here, maybe you will learn this time."

I swallowed my words, my confident words, my mask was crumbling. They hated me, they hate me. I nod, that is all I seem to be able to do.

The games are done, The fun is gone, this is done.

"No need to pack anything, you will not be able to take it." He gives me a sad smile as he grabs the door knob.

"I want you to know, I am not mad, I am disappointed. You had such a bright future.

I swallow once again, my throat seems to get tighter and tighter. "Say goodbye to what you will."

He shuts the door.

And my heart shuts off for the time being.

Then everything would change.

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