Victor Hernandez has a Girlfriend!

Elise Hall: Wishing You a Nightmare.

Giggle....giggle...

This is going to me so fun!

I can barely contain myself.

A well-deserved revenge for little deserving parents.

It is two in the morning and I, with a hair-dying bottle in my hands, am tip-toeing towards my parents' room.

So-called parents.

There is nothing parental about them.

I stop just a few centimeters away from my parents' room and sense for any voices, noises etc to check if they are still away.

Nothing.

I moved forward and stick my ear on their bedroom door.

Nope.

*evil grin*

Opening the door, I look around and find my parents sleeping on their bed. I move closer to their bed, closing the door behind me.

The last thing I want is for my stay-at-home nanny to catch me in the deed.

Well, I know I am not a kid anymore but we (my parents and I) still call her 'nanny' because she joined us- no, she joined me, only me since I was six months old.

It's very clever to hand over your six month old baby to a stranger nanny and a driver, isn't it?

Stupid people.

I am standing just above their sleepy heads. *Super evil grin*. This is it.

I open the hair-dying bottle and pour some of the liquid on my glove-clad hands and very gently rub in into my mother's hair. I look over to my father.

You are the worst so you get the worst, I thought.

After I was over with my mother, I move to my father and massage as much liquid as I could into his ugly hair. You need to spice up your life sometimes, father.

You people deserve so much worse, irresponsible adults and hormonal partner!

Nothing but scum for the society, scum in the name of 'love' and 'parents'.

Die!

Sigh.

Calm down, Elise. They will die when it's their time. You don't need to burn your calories for them.

I move back some stray hair from my face with the back of my hand.

What you can do until they are alive is ...make their lives a hell.

Pft...what miserable creatures. Hell on earth and hell in the hereafter.

I closed the door to their bedroom after finishing my job. I wanted one last glimpse of them but I resist. Dad, I hope you wake up to one hell of a beautiful wife.

Returning to my room, I took off the gloves and washed my hands thoroughly. I lay down on my bed and attempted to text my boyfriend, Jules.

But why bother?

It's not like I really consider him my boyfriend. Or how one of my girlfriends put it, he is the love of your life, Elise!

Pft, 'love'....nothing but four letters put together to form as much of a hollow word as my parents...as the human soul itself.

Nothing is ever real. And nothing ever means anything until it moves you so much to actually change you as a person.

I closed my eyes on my bed.

Goodnight, mom and dad. I hope you wake up happy and giddy; and for the meantime, I wish both of you a merry nightmare.

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I think my body is getting a bit itchy.