Simon Says

Home is Where the Pain Resides

I needed to clean up. I was covered in blood. At least I was almost home. "Mom! Dad! I'm-" Before I could finish, a hard punch in the face from my drunken father knocked me down. I rubbed my cheek. He looked me up and down. "So, Raven, at it again?" He slurred. I scowled at him and rose up. "Leave me alone, Adam." I muttered. "Don't use that tone with me, young lady. You know what happens to your sister when she uses it..." "DON'T MENTION DAWN RIGHT NOW!" I snapped. Adam flinched, then smiled. "Your sister is so much better than you. She amounts to so much more." He 'stated'. I could hear the voice in my head start to give me ideas again. Ideas on how to kill. When to kill. Who to kill. I twitched and walked to my room, my black hair covering my face. I'll teach all of them. I grabbed my only friend, Ducky, my stuffed animal. I may be 15 but that doesn't mean that I can't love stuffed animals. I put him in my bag and grabbed all of the weapons in my room. Dawn knocked on the door and walked in. "Uh... Need any help there?" She asked. I shook my head. "I'm fine. Leave me be. Aren't I a disappointment to you? You said it to my face two weeks ago." She looked down and walked out of the room. I heard her yelling at Adam and him screaming right back at her. Plates smashing. I twitched some more. Ducky told me to hurt them, to punish them for what they have done to me. I always listened to Ducky.

Dawn wasn't awake yet, so she had to wait. Adam and my mother didn't, though. They had the express ticket to Hell.