I remember what had happened 6 years ago when I was 9, I hated my father and I knew that he still lives at the old house where my mother and sister had died. I thought about what I needed to do, so I went to my grandparents shed since I now live with them after what happened ok back to what it was doing, I went to the shed and grabbed 4 hatchets and took nails and a hammer and started to nail 2 of the hatchets together by the handle, they were facing opposite directions and I did the same to the other 2 hatchets but after I was done I didn't know if this weapon had a name but it didn't need one. I walked over to the woods near the old house and made my way over to the house and saw the tv on and knew my dad was there but the it was night so he had to be asleep. I used the doubled hatchets and broke a window and went over to my fathers
Room as he woke and stared as if I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. As he approached me I slammed him to the ground. He struggled to get up but I took both of my doubled hatchets and slit his neck but he wasn't dead yet I watched him gurgling the blood then I repetitively stabbed him with the hatchets and watched him suffer in pain while he was choking on his blood. Then he died. I felt happy that I killed a person, I had the need to do it again and again, but I bent down and kissed my dad's cheek with my crimson red lipstick which left a mark. I shall be known as Crimson Skylar from now on.
