Unwanted and Forgotten: A Short Story

This is just a short story that I wrote for fun. I hope you all like it!

Unwanted and forgotten: A Short Story

In the middle of the night Emily woke up to the piercing cries of her mother. She slid out of bed, tiptoed quietly so that the floors wouldn't creak and pressed her ear against the door. From what she could hear, servants were rushing around doing tasks to make the childbirth go smoothly. For the next few hours all that she heard were the sounds of her mother's wails. When her cry's stopped and were replaced with the ones of a small child, Emily knew that everything had changed.

Even though she is five, Emily is very intelligent. Since she was three her father hadn't bothered to hide his hatred towards his daughter. Too often would he yell at her for doing something wrong or for not being the boy he wanted... or needed as he would say. If the child that her mother had just given birth to was a boy then her father would have no qualms about getting rid of Emily.

Emily's room was right above her father's study, so while he and the doctor conversed, she was able to hear everything that they said.

"Well?" her father asked.

"You are now the father of a healthy boy," the doctor informed him.

"But," the doctor continued, "What are you going to do about the girl? She could be of some use to you but not much."

The doctor's words made Emily somewhat hopeful.

"I wouldn't worry over it if I were you doctor. I have a perfect handle on the situation," her father assured him.

That signaled the end of the conversation.

Her father gave his thanks and the doctor left the house.

She heard rummaging through his desk drawers looking for something. He must had have found what he was looking for because he said, "This should get the job done. Now I can finally be gone with the little useless brat one-in-for-all."

She heard him leaving the room and became very afraid so Emily got into bed and hid underneath the covers. A few heart stopping minutes later, Emily's door creaked open and revealed her father-with a knife in his hand- standing in the doorway.

"Hello Emily," her father whispered with venom lacing through his voice.

"D-daddy, W-w-what are you doing?" Emily cried softly as her father crept towards her.

"It's time for you to go to bed now like a good little girl," he cooed as he placed his hand over his own daughter's mouth to prevent her from screaming.

Emily whimpered and tried to free herself. But it was too late, for Emily's father plunged the knife into her stomach. A small rose of blood soaked her white nightgown and the cream bed sheets. The light seeped from her light grey eyes- which she inherited from her father- and her body was still.

Just as he was about to exit Emily's room, he stopped in the doorway to take one last look at his now dead daughter to evaluate the job he had done. When he closed the room to her door, he whispered, "Goodnight."

A/N: I know that this is not a normal story for me but I wanted to try something new and this idea was just nagging at me. Please comment on your feedback, vote and become a fan! Thank you!