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"You can't do anything you slut!" my dad yelled at me.
Ok, wait I'll tell you how this all started to get me in this mess. Well, lets see I was up in my room just drawing, but that was kind of hard because of my ticking and twiching. But I still do it. Its fun for me. It takes my mind of all the shitty stuff that happens to me. Well, I was just drawing when I heard the front door slam shut. I knew it was my dad, but I didn't get up I just keep drawing. When I heard footstep coming up the stairs to my room I freaked out. I didn't know what to do, so I hid. I hid under my bed. I know it wasen't really a good hiding spot but I had to I didn't have a big room. I didn't even have a window. So I hid under my bed. My dad came in my room, slamming the door open.
"Y/n were are you!" he yelled. I started to twitch and crack neversoly and I knew he heard it because the next thing I knew he was looking under my bed pulling me from under it.
"A-Ahhhhhh!" I screached. I couldn't help it. I was being draged down stairs to the living room. It didn't hurt, but I could fell the blood coming out of mt nose from being draged down the stairs while banging my face on the steps. He finally got me all the way down the steps and threw me on the ground, face first.
"Why didn't you clean the house like I said for you too!" He screamed at me.
"Y-you didn't t-tell me t-to c-clean the h-house." I stuttered. I try not to stutter but it never helps I just stutter more. I stutter even more when i'm scared or nervose.
"Well i shouldn't have to tell you to clean the house you should know by now!" He yelled.
"B-but I h-had to d-do homework." It wasen't really a lie but when I was done I started to draw. So I didn't really thi...
SLAP!
I didn't feel it and I didn't see it coming.
"You can't do any thing you slut!"
Here we are back to the begining. Well, I had enough of this shit. I snapped.
"I've b-been t-trying to find one r-reason to k-keep your u-usless life a-alive but I can't f-find one." I said in a calm voice, chuckling at the end. I took my two knifes and stood up.
"Were the fuck did you get a knife?" My dad asked. I chuckled lightly.
"Oh d-dear father I d-don't just h-have o-one I have two. A-and these a-are g-going to be t-the last things y-you ever s-see." I chuckled one last time and launched forward at my dad slicing his neck open. Blood splatered all over my black jacket. I was laughing like a mad man. It was nice to see my dad lay on the ground chocking on his own blood. I stabed him over and over in the stomach. I was not going to mess up the heart just yet. I want to make a colection of hearts and the very first one will be my dads. I will even name them.
Once he was dead I put one of my knifes up to my face and licked my knife clean of the blood. Taking the other dirty knife I put it to my dad's cheast and cut it open. Riping the skin and bone. I got to his heart and stared at it in awe. Just like that I riped it out of his jest. I stood up from on my dad and went to get a jar. Finding a jar in the last cupboard I took it out. Taking the lid off i carfuly put the heart in and put the lid back on. I got a marker and wrote in big black letters
DAD
But little did I know while this all happened I was being watched the whole time.
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I am Not Alone
FanfictionIt wasen't always this way. Dad used to be a loving father. But know, nope. Mom died. Brother died. But nope my father didn't die. I was stuck with him for nine years, of beating, being raped by my dad, and being starved. But he's dead know and that...
