grew up in an orphanage with an abusive guardian. She would hit us and whip us constantly. She would starve us if we did not clean the house till it shines like the top of the Chrysler building. When it was time for sleep she would shove us into a small closet with wire that would cut deep excruciating lines in to us forms every angle. In that house you were considered lucky if you ate even once a week. We would have fought but becomes of the lack of most everything that a human needs to be healthy so we could only hope. Every morning she would pull us out of the closet by our hair and would force us to start out morning of cleaning out the blood of the floor of the closet and then onto everything else. If we were lucky she would still be drunk from her last night of over doing it. And we would be able to get some cash from her purse. If we were extremely lucky she would sleep the hole day and we could unlock the door and go to the supermarket to get food. ( you may think we'll we could run away. We tried and you may think that we could just always go out of the closet well we needed enough time to erase the video of us leaving and going back in. ) when she was well awake she would spit on us and call us crap. Then she would dig her fingers into us.
While we were there we had no toys and no tv. The only thing that we were aloud to have was books from the library. When I turned 7 I had read every single book in the library and new almost everything that you would need to know to have a good life. My favorite thing to read was non fiction and the human body. This started my new obsession with killing and from that point on the only thing that I could think about was swiftly disembodying the orphanage lady.
By he time I was 8 a man moved in next door he explained that he was going to go and live in the woods and do some top secret stuff for the government. From that point on we talked and had fun witch was a nice change from that heartless emotionless persons that I had become. He would feed us and give us candy when he could and sometimes he would help us with the garden. 2 days before he left he explained to us that he knew what was happening. I stared at him hoping that he would not tell anyone what was happening to us because if he did we would be beat. He told us that tonight we needed to be all together in one place( which was not a problem because she locked us in a closet ). Just before she got us all in the closet the man next door burst threw the front door. Before we knew what happened there were 2 billets threw that recheck woman's head the other kids eyes went big as her blood splattered on there faces and as the man scratched her face mercilessly. As I watched it happen I felt like giggling and a sly big smile came across my face and made me look insane. The other kids stood there in horror as he continued what he was doing. When he finished he told us that he was going to take care of us as he slowly pushed us to his small car.
The first thing that we did was go to his house in the woods. as we all toddled inside still confused and scared about what had just happened. He told us to clean up in the bathroom down the hall. As the blood from all four of us rushed down the drain it reminded me of a the agents for our child care and how they did nothing to stop the horror in the house and that the persons that did was a shabby looking man with a obvious problem.
When we were cleaner that we had ever been in our lives and the cuts all over our bodies were gone he loaded is back into the car. The car was a big one but it still made me feel squished with the three other kids. Pulling up to the wawa I had a slight hope that we could get away. But before we got out he handed us each $30 and told us to stack up on food for our in room fridge.
When the car was stashed with good and bad food so hight he could not see out the back we drove off.We loved living with him and in time he thought is how to fight. We learned how to shoot and I naturally had great aim. When we each had a gun and we knew how to defend ourselves better than any human ever should know he began to let us go on top secret missions from the government because he had the ok.
Sadly the government said that he could not keep all 4 kids so three had to go. I was the one that got to stay.
Our life went on like this
Wake up
Breakfast
Kill
Lunch
Kill
Dinner
And u guessed it
Tv
BedAnd on the weekends we just kill
That is our life
We like it this way it will not stay this way!
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Safire.
FanfictionMy friend wrote this. I'm not gonna proofread or change it, so excuse her spelling errors if she's made any.