WARNING: Mild gore*
It had been about 7 years since the incident. Most people would have just given their child up for adoption after an incident like that. But not him... He wishes he did.
"Daddy, where are we?" The small girl asked the large skinny man.
"Well, Julia, we're at the talkie doctor. So we can talk about your feelings." The girl was named after her late mother. The tall but thin man towered over her.
The walls were timid white, with cadent blue shiny flooring.
The two sat on a sofa until they were called to.
"So, Julie, how's it going?" the doctor said in a polite tone of voice.
"1st My name is Julia. 2nd I'm blind, seen as a freak, and my daddy's too poor to get me a service dog so I have a stick that the other kids try to steal..." the burnett told the doctor.
The little girl had light golden brown hair, porcelain skin in color. She had on a scarlet red hoodie, and coin gray sweatpants.
The little girl then started to giggle...
Now, most people didn't know this, but... The young girl had a curse, or a blessing, it drove people to kill themself any way possible. In her complete control obviously.
"Heh, it's funny because no one will believe you if you survive, heh, heh, heh!" The little girl told the visibly scared and confused doctor.
Screams.
The doctor who dared to use the wrong name on poor little Julia. They were now stabbing themselves in the eyes repeatedly with the pen they were just using to write down small notes and reminders.
The door was opened by security and some other doctor's.
"Oh my God!"
"Wh-what happened to them?!"
"D-d-doctor?!"
Julia's father barged into the room and picked up his 7 year old daughter.
"Julie, are you ok?" The thin man asked Julia.
"D-daddy what happened? All I can hear is screams?! Daddy, I want to go home!" The girl had done this to the past 12 therapists that tried to talk to her.
"Oh, of course, sweetheart." The father's name was really Richerd but most people just called him Richy.
The man slipped out of the office and walked to their crocodile green car and strapped his little girl into her seat then quickly ran to his seat and started to drive home.
"Daddy, I don't want to go back to the talky doctor..."
"I know, I promise that this was the last time I'll ever take you back."
Juliea's P.O.V
Yay! Daddy said he wasn't going to send me back!
I fumbled around feeling for my 'seeing' stick. There it is!
I take it into my hands and start feeling the smooth, metallic smelling object in my hands. The car smoothed into a stop signing that we were home.
"Daddy, are we home yet?" I asked my dad, I knew we were home, I just needed to make sure.
"Right-o Julie!" Dad told me.
Only my dad's can call me Julie. Ever since mommy died daddy had a boyfriend, his name is Justen, but i call him papa.
Papa live's with us. He's helped a lot with my blindness.
I feel for the seat belt button and click it, i swing the door open and grab my seeing stick and sprint to the stairs.
"Daddy, can you hold my hand going up the stairs?" I ask Daddy.
He does so, and as soon as I hear him open the front door I sprint into the house. Kicking off my boots and socks I feel the cold smooth floor underneath my feet.
It takes me a second but then I smell the familiar smell of chicken and rice.
"Daddy, is Papa making dinner?" I asked daddy, I heard him hum as a yes.
I ran to my room. It was the first door on the right, I opened it and I felt the soft and fluffy feeling of my carpet in between my toes.
"Daddy! Can you help me find Roobert?" I yelled to daddy, he is always happy to help me find Roobert, he's a fluffy monster, people say he looks like a rotting corpse, and smells like one too. But I can change that I just pour perfume on him.
Hm, what's that sound... I slowly walk out of my room and use the wall to guide my path until I get close enough to hear Daddy and Papa whispering.
I hear Daddy crying...
"I don't know what to do, Justen I have to send her there if she can control herself..."
"Calm down, I'll bring her there tomorrow morning before you wake up... and we can visit her every week. I love her too..."
~Hey ya'll, thank you to the one person who is reading this btw i updated today so YAY love ya'll~
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A Smile Worth Seeing
HorrorA poor child born cursed, if you dare look were her eyes are legend has it that you'll rip your own eyes out, well turns out it is. Poor thing just wants a friend and someone to love them but cant. But she's ok with that and can just try to be happy...
