Calista's P.O.V~
I was laying down in my bed thinking about what my purpose in life is. Mabey I'm just here to be a punching bag for my parents. I hate them so much. I wish they would die! As I got out of bed my eyes drifted to the 6ft mirror beside my closet door. I walked over to it and began to get undressed. I watched myself pull up my shirt to reveal my bar torso. Scratches and bruises covered my stomach. Bit marks from my older brother layered my neck.
A sigh escaped my mouth as I continued. I pulled my pants down to reveal a large circular mark from my father's broken beer bottle on my left leg. Hand prints were imprinted on the inside of my legs, and scars lingered around my thighs. I turned around to find deep scratches, bits, and bruises all over my back. Some were old, some were new.
Eventually, I got tired of looking at my horrible body and pulled out a white tank top and a pair of skinny jeans from my closet. Struggling with the tight jeans I stumbled over to my small pile of shoes and dug out my black and gray furred boots. After I was done getting dresses I through on a hot pink fox jacket. Zipping it up I started to walk to my door, but was stopped when I herd a static like sound. I choose to ignore it and left me room.
I quietly walked to the front door passing my drunk dad asleep on the floor. Turning the door nob I opened the door to find my mom on the porch outside. I greeted her, waving away the cigarette smoke she blew in my face. "Where the hell do you think your going?" She scolded. I gulped and carefully answered her, "I was just going to go for a walk in the woods." "Oh really," she replied, "well u better be back by sundown or your ass is dead!" She shoved me to the ground as she walked in the house slamming the door behind her.
I stood up dusting myself off before walking to the nearby woods. "What a fucking bitch!" I muttered to myself. I took the same path I do every day to the open field lined with lilac bushes, and my single red rose bush in the middle of the scenery. Walking over to it I began to get the feeling of being watched. I stopped half way there and looked around. I saw nothing, but herd the static again. I looked around once more and spotted a small, white dot behind the lilacs. Then everything went black.
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Terror and Envy
TerrorCalista is a 16 year old girl with an abusive mother and alcoholic father. She is very shy and has been secretly watched by a mysterious figure called Slenderman. Through her journey she befriends a few creepypastas and might become one herself. Tho...