I stood on the balcony, staring at the blood-splattered walls and the broken bodies of my family, and then smiled. After years of torture, abuse, and rape, I was finally free. I turned to drag the murder weapon with me to my room. A sledgehammer. The fire spread through the halls, starting from where my father dropped his little cigar as he and my brother tried to run. They didn't know that I had dosed the place with odorless gasoline during my usual chores. Everything from the floors to the tables, and I made sure the windows were closed. I lay on my bed as the fire reached my room. The flames surrounded me, but the years of being beaten until I was numb didn't make me feel the heat or the pain. I held the bloody equipment as my eyes closed, and I awaited death.
As I lay there, my mind went back to the only good memories I had, and that was when I found comfort in the TV series The Vampire Diaries. I watched all seasons so many times that I could recite everyone's lines. The show taught me to be brave and keep fighting even when the odds were against me. And I did for eight years until I encountered an incurable disease, and I refused to be bested and taken out by a disease. So I planned to take my life myself, and I wasn't going to let my family have a peaceful life after I was gone, so I planned to take them with me to hell. I made sure they died before I did, and I enjoyed it. A peaceful smile took over my face as I drew my last breath.
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Fighting For A New Future
FanfictionShe was alone all of her life and found solitude in the 'villains' of her favorite TV Show, she died but she never thought she would be able to see her favorite characters again much less interact with them. When she died she never expected for her...
