Jessie

Jessie lived in a rich city. Her mom, Miranda kind of, always wanted to live in New Jersey, but both of her parents spoke spanish, so when she grew up she took English classes to go live there.

Miranda married well, and in fact she had a beautiful child named Jessie, and she was born in New Jersey. Jessie had long straight, honey-brown hair. She would always brush it forward to her right shoulder, and had her bangs to the left side of her face, not covering her hazel eyes.

One day Jessie's grandmother got really sick, so her mom had to go over there to take care of her. Though what Jessie and her mom didn't know, that something terrible was going to happen.

When Jessie got to her Grandmother's house, Miranda got a call from one of her husband's friend from work.

"Hello, is this Miranda Tanner?"Asked the Man.

"Yes, this is Miranda Tanner, may I help you?"Miranda replied.

"I am sorry to give you this terrible news but... Your husband had a heart attack... He was sent to the hospital, and died."

Miranda was about to cry but she held in her tears. She had to focus on her mother. "Mom... Who were you talking to on the phone?" Asked Jessie. "Oh... It was one of your father's boss, and he told me that we have to move city's for your father to be able to work. Thats all." lied Miranda.

Jessie knew her mom was lying but, focused on her Grandmother. "Hi mom," Miranda said softly. "Hello dear," she coughed. "Come here Jessie, come meet your Grandmother, she won't bite," called Miranda. "Hi grand-ma," greeted Jessie.

"She's so big and beautiful Miranda! How old is she?" Asked Jessie's grandma. "You can answer that," Miranda told Jessie.

Jessie twiddled her thumbs and looked down at her feet as she nervously spoke, "I-I'm.. I am.. 10 years old," she said with a stutter. "Wow, your so big and beautiful," commented her Grandmother.

"Grandma may I ask you something?" Jessie said shyly. "Yes dear. What is it?" she replied. "What's your name?" Asked Jessie. "Maria. But I want you to call me grandma, Okay?" said Maria. "Ok," Jessie replied. "Jessie dear, you go look around the house while me and your grandma talk," said Miranda.

Jessie didn't reply, she just started walking and once she got to the dining room, she felt an evil presence. Sure she was only ten years old, but when she was little she always let ghosts in and protect her, so she wasn't afraid to go in the room. Then she saw a jar, and read:

Emilio Salidivar

1957-2013

Chills ran up her spine after she read it. It was her Grandfather, he was killed, but no one ever found the murderur.

As she was exiting the door, something pushed her out of the way. Then she was wondering if it was the ghost of her grandpa or not.

When Jessie went back to the room she saw the horrible sight of her mom dead on the ground, and her grandmother holding a bloody knife. "Hi sweetie, I have something to tell you,"

"What?" Asked Jessie while backing away from the from her. "Remember that call your mommy got? Yeah, well she lied to you and told me your poor daddy died. Boo-hoo." Said Maria.

"Your crazy! Get away from me! What is wrong with you?!" Yelled Jessie. "Come here Jessie, I'll take good care of you. If refuse, then you will end up like your mother and father... Come here you little bitch!" Shouted Maria.

"Okay! Okay! You can take care of me," said Jessie.

"If I am going to take care of you then you, have to do whatever I say. Understand? Now go to bed we will talk in the morning," said Maria.

Jessie shook with fear, she didn't know what to do. Her Grandmother walked her to the room, once they got there, Maria talked to Jessie and then put her in bed. Then she was thinking of how to hide Miranda's body. As she looked t the body she smirked, and got the urge to kill, and abuse people.

While Jessie's Grandmother was away, Jessie searched and searched around the room for a phone. Then she heard the door knob turning, so she quickly jumped into bed. But she was too late as she saw her Grandmother glaring at her. Her grandma smacked her face and said,"I never said to get up and wander."

Jessie's eyes began to tear up, as she was in pain, and she thought about her parents, making tears stroll down her cheeks. 'I should just let her kill me,' she thought.

"Now go to sleep,"said Maria. Yet again, Maria was thinking about killing her. But she needed to teach her a lesson.

While Maria was going to throw out, Jessie thought about sneaking out. While Maria was entering, Jessie was exiting. "You little bitch! Get back in bed and go to sleep! You don't want me to get my friend to make you go to sleep!" scolded Maria.

Jessie didn't even try one last time so, she listened, finally went to bed. In the morning as she woke up, she got out of bed and walked into the hallway. As she turned the corner, she was hit in the ribcage by a fist. She looked up and saw her Grandmother. "Ow! Why did you do that!? I hate you!" Yelled Jessie.

Maria rolled her eyes, and said, "Do you THINK I care?"

The rest of the day Maria abused Jessie, but every time, it got worse. 3 weeks went by Jessie couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to do something. Something, bizarre.

While Maria was sleeping, Jessie went into the kitchen and got a knife. As she walked over to her Grandmother, she examined the knife. Once she got to her Grandmother, she pushed the knife slowly to where her heart was. "You will pay..." she whispered. She pulled out the knife and kept stabbing her several times until she was dead.

She ran to her room were her backpack was and quickly dressed into a denim skirt with pink and white striped leggings, her pink converse, a hot pink jacket and a yellow shirt with a smiley face. She walked to the bathroom and fixed her hair, she got her knife and ran away into the forest.

A boy about 14 sits on the front door step, and he is covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. It was around 7pm. He decided to go inside and go to bed.

"Were the fuck are you going?!" Yelled a rough voice. "Upstairs.." Replied the boy. A big man came in and threw a beer bottle at him, "Get the fuck over here!" Yelled the man. The boy did so, and walked over. The man grabs the boys 'emo hair' and pulls it. "YOU GAY FAGGOT DISAPPOINT ME! GO KILL YOURSELF!" Said the man as he beat the kid. Then it suddenly stopped.

The boy opened his eyes to see a girl about 15 years old, wearing a denim skirt, a yellow smiley face shirt, a red jacket, and white and pink leggings. She fixed her honey-brown hair and pulled out the knife from the dead man. "Don't worry. I wont kill you. I kill abusers. Now, you were upstairs in your room when you heard a scream, and saw this. Okay?" the girl said and she got blood on her hands and wrote, "YOU SHALL PAY" on the wall. Then she put her signature under it reading, 'Jessie'