Razor Barker

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This is my character so please don't hate it like some people do on my DeviantArt... ^^;

I was about seven years old when my parents got divorced. They told me they didn't love each other like they used to, and my father, who was the owner of me, didn't pay attention to my needs. One day at school I had passed out from lack of food at home. I guess that while I was out, they called the house and my father said some things that ended up with me waking in a new house. They had put me into a foster home. Just what I needed huh? They couldn't have given me to my mother? Well I found out that she had been cheating on my father for years, and didn't want a daughter from 'that' man.

So for the next nine years I stayed at that god forsaken house where I had to teach myself to not talk as much, and never talk back. But I guess it wasn't all that bad, I mean I had at least on relative that loved me with in that house. His name was Jacob. He was the second oldest to his twin Elisiah. The other twin didn't like me that much, but he would help and stick up for me when Jacob was either sick or not at home. So I loved them both equally. The only ones who doesn't like me, is the mother and father. They say that I am just a waste of air and money, but that changes when the foster care facility [FCF] comes to our house. They get all lovey on me and act like they care about me. In all honesty, I hate it.

I am not sixteen years old, and I am still in this house. The only people that actually care for me are leaving today for college. After they are gone, the parents are going to get even harder on me. But I can just hang out for one more year, and they said I would be able to live on my own. So tonight is the annual visit of the FCF, and the parents are acting differently. It is actually making me anxious to know what they are going to do with me. They just keep looking at me and whispering to each other. Once or twice I will hear them say something about my body.

It was about time the people came by to see how I have been doing here at this hell. But as I came down the stairs I heard the parents come up behind me and grab my arms and cover my mouth. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. They started to drag my thrashing body into their old sewing room. They tossed me in and quickly shut the door and locked it with a key from the other side. I started to pound on the door, and started to put the pieces together and figured they were going to sell me for profit. I turned and laid my back to the door and slowly slid down. I looked around the room for a possible escape. All I found was a air shaft that was to high for me to reach, and a pair of broken in half scissors. I drawled up different conclusions. If I moved the boxes I could get into the air shaft. But they would hear me, and get me out. Or I could break down the door with the scissors. I thought on the ground slowly getting up and taking the scissors into my hands I made my way over to the door. For some odd reason, the scissors fit perfectly into my hands, and aren't big and bulky like the others. I wondered if this was sign from someone or something that these are meant for something. I raised the first blade above my head and started at the lock, and trying to open it. I tried to make it quiet, but when the handle fell to the floor. I heard the parents stop talking to the FCF. I froze momentarily. I wanted to run down there and tell them to take me away. But, something told me to wait and take them out. Permanently. 

They must have thought something fell, because they some left the house. I smiled and thought to myself that I could help a lot of people by taking these two people out of this world. I started to walk down the hallway, and make my way down to the living room. I saw them walk to the couch and turn the lights off. Most likely they are getting ready to watch a movie and fall asleep. Well this is the best part about this. I can kill them both so easily. I smile and hide in the shadows until I feel they are engrossed into the movie. I start to make my way behind him watching for any sudden movements. As I made my way to the edge of the back of the couch, I start to move my sides of the scissors to either side of their temples. I then said, " Fate is pretty unlucky huh? Well for you that is!" I then bring them down into their temples and watch as their bodies start to twitch from the direct blow to both their brains. I just kept pushing them deeper into their skulls. I watched in amusement as they toke their last breathes at different times. At least I know they won't be together.

I look down at my hands, and figure I should start heading to my room. I should at least change into something more comfortable and easy to run in. I went to my room and looked through my closet for my favorite off the shoulder sweater and my black skirt. I looked further and thought I should wear something that would keep my legs warm, and found my blue and black knee-high socks. I then put on my black converse and made a small bag of things I will need. I then started to head down to the door. " I find it funny that now that i have to leave, that I don't want too. But I don't want to be around anyone like you. I hope you hate your new life in hell." I then headed out of the house and out into the night.

Well this is where my actual life starts.


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Welp this is my character's story. If you find any mistakes please tell me and I will fix them. But just know that this is my first time on here and writing stories. So please don't be too harsh.



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