Safarah's P.O.V
I sighed and looked out my window. Tears rushed to me. My dad had died a year ago and my mom has been doing drugs so I couldn't do anything but be abused by my fucked up mom. I sat there and thought. My mom came into the room with her knife and cut me.
"WHAT THE FUCK MOM!?" I screamed.
"I'M A FUCKING FUCKER WITH A FUCKING KNIFE AND I FUCKING HATE YOU!" She said. Since she also drinks, I assumed she was drunk. Just then, she left the room.
"Oh god." I whispered. I cried into my hands. "Why must I have a dumbass mom who doesn't care about me."
"Because violence will help you, Safarah." A dark voice said.
"Who the fuck is it." I said.
"Your worst nightmare." The voice chuckled. I turned around to see a guy like the age of 19....... He had pale skin, black eyes, burnt eyelids, no eyebrows, a smile carved into his face, black, long, greasy, hair that went to his shoulders, and he wore a white hoodie, black dressed pants, and a pair of Converse shoes.
"Wh-WHO ARE YOU!" I screamed at his appearance.
He only jumped on me and pinned me to the floor and put his knife at my shoulder. "Go. To. Sleep." He said as he pushed his knife into my shoulder.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as life faded away from my cold body. I only saw him take his knife and leave and my mom walking in and started to cry.
"Sorry for being abusive." I heard her whisper, then, I blacked out into a psycho's laugh that seemed to never end.
I was being possessed by a murderer who was heartless and cold blooded, who wanted me DEAD.
