Smile for me please...

Safe

I staid sat on the carpet, the top of my body bare and soaked in blood in the living room with my adoptive father. He laid next to my form with a fear expression stuck on his face with blood leaking out of his multiple stab wounds, that I couldn't count, and broken skul. I looked down at him with no expreasion.

I don't usually feel emotions ever since this sick family adopted me.

That's why I killed them.

I killed them all.

Mother dear laid lifeless in the master bed room on the bloody bed with her eyes wide open in fear and her throat slit open with blood still leaking out. Her limbs tangled with her blanket due to her attempt of self-defense. And lastly their daughter... That bitch and traitor laid on the carpet, next her mothers bed, with bruises around her neck and broken limbs, bent in awkward positions. I made sure she suffered longer then her parents.

Everyone would say how lucky I was to be adopted by them but only if they could see their true colours...

I stared at my hands in disbelief 'I can't believe it... I killed them... so easily' my body shook as a chukle emitted from my chest but immediately stopped in fear of someone hitting me for showing my emotions.

My happiness.

"It's alright... they are dead they can no longer hit you or punish you" I said to myself as I tried to reassure myself but I couldn't help but still be scared.

That's right people.

My so called family would beat me up or punish me if they saw me smile or hear me laugh. I didn't understand why until I learnt about their history.

My head snapped up, taking me out of my thoughts, when I heared a knock on the front door causing my breath to hitch. I sat their frozen but then relaxed as I noticed that I could just pretend that the family were just out and I just had to be quiet.

The knocking stopped for a few seconds, causing my body to relax but then quickly tence up when I heared the person on the other side of the door yell "GCPD! Open up!" I quickly looked around trying to find a way out but then realised if I did run I would be running outside with bloody cloths and evidence that I had killed this sick family. My eyes lit up at an idea. I had to play innocent.

The doors were kicked open causing me to play my part and scream. I hugged myself keeping my eyes down on the bloody carpet as my body shook. I heard two pairs of feet enter the house and one of them whisper "Shit..."

I didn't look up as I tried acting scared in front of the two cops. One of then stepped towards me with a soft deep voice "Miss you are going to be fine now" he said as he took another step close to me. I squeaked as I scrambled a way from the man to hit my bare back against a wall. "P-please" I whimpered as I hugged my body closer, covering my bare chest with my arms. "Dont hurt me..."

"Don't worry my partner and I won't hurt you. I'm Jim, Jim Gordon. What's yours?" The cop asked as he took slow steps towards me.

I breathed in and out heavily as I hesitantly raised my head to look at the cop, Jim Gordon. "A-Andy" I sniffed "Andy Waterhouse" I whispered causing Jim to smile softly at me and I couldn't help but feel warm and... safe