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Chain's and Knifes (Halloween contest)

Chain's rattled on the ground as lights slowly died out of her reach. I watched her, the thing my dad had created, sit in the corner. I couldn't see her eyes, i knew they couldn't see me. They had long since lost there beauty and shine and were now cold and unfeeling. I couldn't help but ask why, why had they stolen her from us? Stealing wasn't the right word, either. My father had taken her from my mother as she was giving birth. He more like borrowed her. Permanently.

Mum thought she was stillborn. Dad thinks she's a tool. I think there wrong.

Her hair lay on the ground, tangled and un-brushed, yet, it had beauty. Some sort of... elegance in her broken form; and twisted she was. I remember when Dad showed her a mirror. It hadn't breaked, but I think she did. Inside, I mean. Dad made sure she couldn't kill herself.

What kind of scientist would he be if his subject died?

I struggle to imagine what it was like, down here in the dark. All alone. The puddles would of been her mirrors. She used to make the most horrible of sounds. I remember asking her, when she was still here. She asked me if she was pretty. I lied.

I used to think my father was a monster for letting her live in such pain. I used to think my mother was blind for not questioning my father's behavior. I used to think I had no heart watching her die slowly.

I used to think I knew things. Now i know only one.

I know that knifes are sharp.

I know I am no longer human.

But, neither are my parents.

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Hope that was entertaining! Happy Halloween!!