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Bloodstained Canvas

When I opened my eyes again. I didn't recognize where I was, the walls were pale and pink, the bed sheets a light grey. I tried to move, but my hands were firmly tied down to the bed. The posters across the room started to form familiar shapes. They look like the ones I used to have in my room in Australia. The Nirvana one caught my eye and drew me towards it. This was the exact same poster I had in Australia . I know for sure I left it there. The more I looked around the room, the more pieces started to fit together. I thrashed on the bed, pulling and tugging trying to get my arms free, or something free. I tried to move my legs, but they were tied open. My inner thighs burned from being from being held open for so long. I tried to scream, but a gag was tied around my mouth. I couldn't fight, I couldn't scream, and the scariest part was I couldn't remember how i got here. How did i end up here?

"My precious Annie, you shouldn't have trusted me."

Michael walked into the room, his eyes a darker green, and in his hand was a knife. As he walked closer his smile got wider, more sinister. 

"Mikey?"

He laughed as he brought the knife down on my legs, my screams mixed with his laughter as the blood trickled down my leg. It flowed harder and faster as he slashed more and more. Why Mikey. Why. 

"Goodnight my precious Annie."

I screamed one last time before he slit my throat. My blood turned the grey sheets into a crimson red. My eyes closed slowly as I took one last look at the boy I love, but he wasn't looking back at me. In his place stood the monster himself. My father.