The Sweet Scented Killer

The Train

Warning: mention of Sa and physical abuse of a minor.

I wake up with my whole body aching. I lift myself off the floor, groaning. My head hurts so bad, everything does. I start limping towards the bathroom. It hurts so bad, every step is painful. When I take another step I feel something drop onto my foot.

Looking down, I see a familiar crimson color on my foot. My vision was blurred by the unfallen tears that I didn't want to let go of. I lift my hand sucking in a breath from the pain that shot through my arm. I touch my lip and see blood on my finger reminding me of what they did to me. A single tear falls from my eye, then another and another. I sigh. I haven't cried in years, why now?

I carry on walking and finally reach the bathroom walking in. The light glares at me and I quickly move my arm in front of my eyes ignoring the pain. Before I can do anything else I hear the front door open. I hide behind the shower curtain and turn around.

When I see the bloody bathtub, all the memories of last night came back vividly. He...

I remember something that I tried so hard not to. Worse than anything he's ever done I start hyperventilating as I remember how he did it. The disgust I felt as his hands touched my bare skin. His malice eyes stared into mine.

I could feel his breath on my skin. The eyes that used to stare at me with care now were staring into my eyes with nothing but lust and hatred.
He sniffed my scent and hummed.

"You smell so good" The first compliment he gave me in years and it made me sick to my stomach. I was knocked out of my thoughts by the bathroom door opening.

I slightly peak out the side of the shower curtain to see the monster of a man look into the mirror at himself. His eyes look tired and he seems drunk.

Oh god. If he finds me who knows what he'll do. I start to panic. I hear him turn on the faucet. I turn around and look for something to protect me....anything...

That's when I see it.

There was a detachable little shelf for shampoos, conditioners, and soaps. Thankfully it was empty. I don't know where this newfound confidence came from, but I quietly grab the shelf and slide out of the shower without making a sound. I'm now standing behind him.

He only notices when he sees my reflection, in the mirror, smile. He lets out a short noise of surprise and turns around but before he can fully turn around I use all my strength to swing the shelf to the back of his head. I was weak since he had beaten me already so the hit only caused him to back up and hold his head in his hands in pain, but that was enough time for me to run out the door.

I start running as fast as I can, to the kitchen and I hear someone chasing after me. I run into the kitchen and grab a knife. Quickly turning around, I stab the person behind me several times without opening my eyes, but when I do I see Helena. My foster mother's eyes looked back at me with shock and hatred.

I then pull the knife out of her stomach and push her to the floor. He comes into the kitchen and sees me standing over Helena's lifeless body with the bloody knife in my hand. His eyes go wild and he looks back at me with eyes full of hatred. As always. I could feel how much he wanted to kill me.

He comes running at me, but I step to the side. His mind is clouded with rage. If it wasn't, he'd be able to get the knife and kill me. I stab him with the knife and he groans loudly.

"Fucking bitch" he says under his breath.

Again and again, I stab him feeling all my dignity come back to me. A smile crawls onto my face. I pull it out and stab it into him twisting it around till I feel him go limp and fall to the ground by Helena.