girl in the closet | tinymandyy

sometimes innocence gets you in trouble

~aarla's POV~

(this is like an intro and 'meet the fam' kinda chapter) 

(sry the knife story is a little long)

italics ~ a little flashback

My name is Aarla. I don't know my last name. I think I'm turning seven this year. Asha and Aaron are my parents. But they don't let me call them mummy and daddy. 

Even though they don't like me calling them mummy and daddy, I think Asha and Aaron love me very much, they gave me a metal toy to play with. Do you want to know the story of how I got the toy? Well...

... One day Asha was in the food room I believe, I heard the sounds of plates and the smell of fresh food. I could smell the strong scent of cheese over the moldy smell of the closet. When Asha was in the food room doing food, I heard her yell, actually it was a screech. Aaron ran from his room to the food room. 

I could hear Aaron and Asha rush into the room I was in. From the tiny crack in the closet, I could see that Asha had painted her arm red, or maybe the red foods had dyed her skin. Aaron was clenching her arm very hard, making her arm even redder. Asha was screaming. Maybe she didn't want her arm to be red.

Asha stumbled her way towards me, I flinched and fell back. I though she was going to hit me. Instead, Asha fell onto the closet and threw a metal thing at it. She did this a few more times and screamed a few more times. Aaron was putting white strings on her red arm, she stabbed the wardrobe even harder this time and screamed more. Maybe she wanted a red arm again. 

Asha finally stopped screaming, but she kept stabbing the closet. She stabbed it so hard I could see tip of the metal sticking out from the inside. Asha left the toy there and walked away. I touched the tip of the metal, it was cold. I tried to pull the metal toy out, I pulled and pulled until I pulled so hard my head banged on the back of the closet. I heard Aaron running towards my room. He pulled the door open and threw me the metal toy, he looked evil. He picked up the metal toy again and slid it down my arm, he put a lot of pressure on it. Then he slammed the closet door, locked it, and walked away. I could hear him say "Let's see what she'll do with that little toy of hers".

I was happy, my arm was also red after what Aaron did... but mine was just a little red line, not like Asha's, her whole arm was red. Mine was also not as red as Asha's. I liked my red arm. I want to make my other one red too. I did the same thing Aaron did, but on my other arm. Now both my arms were red. But they felt weird. It feels like there is a fire burning beneath my skin. I screamed. 

I still have my metal toy. I kept it. Because some days I just want a red arm, and some days I just want to feel that feeling that made me scream... but some days, instead of feeling that feeling that would make me scream, I want to feel a feeling that would make me shut up. Forever. In other words, die.

sry this chapter is a little boring but i think you get it. if you dont, basically aarla's parents dont care about her and dont want her. sometimes aarla want to commit suicide but she doesnt know anything due to her lack of education for a seven year old... yk?

(also idfk what to name this chapter i've literally changed it like seven times in the past few days so comment any suggestions!)

(if your curious the names were: three a's, my metal toy, a red arm, mummy and daddy, she's so innocent, innocence and now its sometimes innocence get you in trouble)

anyways thanks for reading! <3