Voices

Sep. 3, 1916

 I got invited to my first sleepover. Mother was very excited (more excited than me actually). I was six, the little girl that invited me to her sleepover was eight. I knew she didn't like me. She just wanted someone to make fun of, but I went to her house anyway. Her mother answered the door (dressed in lingerie). "Hello?" She says. "Hi ma'am I'm here for Samantha's sleepover." I respond. She looked at me not knowing why Samantha would even think to invite me, "Oh yes the girls are upstairs, Second door on the left." I kissed my mom goodbye and told her what time to pick me up in the morning. Of course I knew as soon as I walked in the room that Samantha would start picking on me and bullying me. "Look the ugly duckling made it" She laughed. I just let it go not thinking anything of it, but the comments just wouldn't stop. Finally when It was time to sleep guess who slept inside the locked closet? Me... I asked why I was stuck in the closet and Samantha said "because Icky (she liked to change my nickname from Vicky to Icky), you're not pretty, and nobody wants to see your face when they wake up." I cried myself to sleep that night, but was awoken to the sound of someone unlocking the closet. It was Samantha's little brother Tyler, he was letting me out because for some reason he had a crush on me. I moved onto the floor beside one of the girls.I lie there listening to the sounds of the girls sleeping, and my mind starts talking to me. "Do it....She'll never stop if you don't." Of course only being six I acted upon my mind's thoughts. I snooped through Samantha's house, found a butcher knife, I slowly crept into her room and stood beside Samantha. I stabbed her eighteen times in the abdomen. The entire house was awoken by the blood curdling screams, but I was gone. I ran away after I planted the knife on one of Samantha's best friends Lindsey. I didn't get far before a passing car found me covered in blood. "Little girl are you ok?" the man asked. "Yes sir I'm fine, my dog got run over and I was just walking to try to clear my head." I respond. The nice man offered me a ride home. Once I got home my mother answered the door. "Oh My Goodness! Victoria Are You Alright?" She exclaims. I assured her that I was fine, I just needed a warm bath and to burn my clothes. Shortly after that night my parents put the pieces together and decided to lock me in my room. I was a danger to anybody who ever got close to me, and nobody was to find out that I killed Samantha. Luckily my parents covered my tracks for me. And the police believed them.