Control freak

Before i became what i now am

When it all started I was a little girl my mom just passed away when I was 4. My dad then started doing stuff in the basement while me and my four older brothers played inside the house. Then every year from the eldest sibling would disappear into to basement I was so worried on my birthday they went and never came back. Then when The final brother before me came to me and said "Beware of the basement Agatha father has something down there run while you still can!" Then father came and pulled him down to the basement I watched in fear as he was tugged away and soon went down to the basement. I saw my dad leaning over a table with my brother on it unconscious and my dad had on a blood stained lab coat that had strange liquids on it. I watched from the door as my brother woke up and father laughing like mad while he put something into my brother, he screamed very loud but no one outside could here it he was slowly dying inside on my birthday, I covered my mouth and started to cry. In a whisper I said "No,no,no, this can't be real please be a nightmare." As I started to cry my dad looked over and saw me he ran over to me and knocked me out and put me in my room. When I woke up I had no memory of what happened on my birthday or of the basement. The next year my dad pulled me into the basement and strapped me to the table I yelled "why do you have to do this on my birthday father you killed all my brothers didn't you!" He did not answer all he did was mumble " if this works for once your mom will be back sweetie" I decided to listen to his mumble and closed my eyes and said "fine then do it quick I will not be on this table any longer I hope." He smiled and instead of putting something in my he cut out some of both my eyes and opened up both my arms to take something's out of it. He then stitched all my skin together and when I awoke I had blood red eyes, noticeable stitches around my eyes and arms, and for the some reason he needed with something or put something in my head were I could control actions and feelings of people. I went to school the next day when a bully came up and made fun of me because of how I looked now so I grabbed a sharp pencil out of my backpack and stabbed him four times in the throat were his artery was. Soon after I was smiling looking at what I did before I was sent to the principal's office and my dad had to come in and saw me smiling covered in blood not saying a word. I was suspended for a month and I was grounded for a month too. I was proud of what I did and told me dad that he deserved it but he did not believe me. One night I decided to sneak out and have some fun with my friends in the night and we ended up killing a few people it was fun and my friends were a bit scared of me laughing after it was done before hiding in the woods so they called my dad. I was then sent to a mental hospital for kids for a year or two. When I got out I went back to my normal school and everyone was afraid of me which I was happy about because all my friends would be with me and no bullies.