Break of Dawn

The Devil's Game

Close your eyes, imagine a perfect life, a home, money, food...a family...
February 14, Valentines day. That car crash. The glass. The sirens. The blood. The tears...
Not a day goes by I don't remember. My mum. My dad. My sister. It was my fault. They went to get a gift for my birthday. They never returned...
They said you will never forget this gift, we will be back soon. Where are you? I need you. I love you. Why did you leave. Who caused it? I will kill them. What ever it takes to get you back or take me instead. A restart.

Mum always said to be faithful and never lose hope. Dad said never give up and my sister, she was too young...
Ever since that day my god parents have been looking after me, as well as their daughters. They all hated me and always say to me, 'You are one of the lucky ones, you get a roof over your head and food on a plate, why are you so greedy and wanting?' In their snobby voices. Some days I just want to grab my knife and slit their throats one by one, opening them up in front each other, I want them to feel my pain, my anger, my tears, my sorrow.

They are the lucky ones, they are still alive and living their snobby, bitchy lives while I am doing their chores, washing their clothes, packing their bags, cleaning their rooms, making their meals, which I tend to spit in because they treat me like dirt.
They are now pretty much my step - family, stepmother- evil, 2 stepsisters - evil, step brother - nice, stepfather- never survived the war.
This does kind of sound like a Cinderella story, but that tale is for children, but mine is gory and as real as Hell.