It was another day, or is it night? I don't know anymore, all I know is that I'm sitting in the same position as always. It's been boring ever since my father trapped me in here. I don't even remember what the outside looks like anymore. I don't move as I hear the door to the basement open, revealing bright light, and of course my father. I can hear his feet stomping down the stairs and the rustling of a bag being dragged. I smirk slightly as I sit completely still, letting my so called father, walk right up to the bar door. I looks up slightly as I see my father throw the bag of garbage at me, hitting me in my face. "There's your meal bitch." I smirk more, showing my teeth a little. "Thank you bastard. I'm sure to enjoy such a meal." I catch the hatred in his eyes as he walks over and grabs me by my hair. "Listen here you little piece of shit, I am your father, so I can do whatever the hell I want with you." All I do is smirk as he shoves me against the wall hard. "Now shut up and eat you pig." My smirk falls a little as my father slams the door close, locking it, then leaves the dark basement. I look over at the garbage bag that contained my "meal." Debating if I should eat out of it I walk over to it and open the bag. Instantly I close it and go back to my corner of the cell. This has become the only routine that keeps me sane, despite sitting in only one corner of this stupid cell.
Although, I reveal a small item that can help me get out. I slowly chuckle as I stand up again and walk over to the door. Without making to much noise I pick the lock, I don't remember how much time it took but I eventually unlocked to cell door. Pushing the door open slowly I look up at the basement door to make sure my father didn't come in. I quietly let out a soft chuckle as I walk up the stairs. Opening the basement door slowly, I poke my head out. Once the coast was clear I open the door more, closing it soon after.
Taking careful steps, I make my way to the kitchen to find any kind of weapon I could use. Managing to find a knife I take it out of the drawer, hearing a noise I hide as my father walks into the kitchen. I quietly slink around, hoping to give him a pleasant surprise. As I creep up closer to him, I notice a gun in his hand, becoming cautious I raise the knife in my hands. This was the moment, I was finally going to kill my father, my eyes wide and adrenaline pumping through my veins, I bring down the knife, right on my father's back. I focus only on the sweet sound of my father screaming out in pain as I repeatedly brought the knife down, over and over again. I can't seem to remember how long the glorious moment lasted, but once it was over, my father was nothing but a carcass that was drowning in a pool of his own blood.
Stepping back, I take a brief moment to analyze what I have done. Feeling extremely satisfied I turn to walk out of the kitchen, the knife still in my hand and dripping blood. I ransack the house, hoping to find anything that I could use to survive. I thankfully found a bag full of bathroom supplies, such as toothpaste and a toothbrush. I then go back to the kitchen to grab some food. Once I got all of my supplies I go towards the door, reaching out with my hand, I take the handle, twist it, and open the door.
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Broken Doll
HororHere is how Maria Stine became the killer known as Kira, along with the starting point for a group called ShadowReapers, which consisted on her two cousins, Yuzuki and Thorn. I hope you enjoy the story.
