The Suicide Kid [Editing, ALL CHAPTERS STILL AVAILABLE TO READ}

7

I was locked in my room, it's been a week and I can't come out of my room. I'm punished because I tried to escape. I don't feel like I belong here, I feel like I should have a normal family who doesn't torture people. Suddenly I heard someone scream, and my daddy laughing. It's one for his toys again. He just brought a young girl, she looks about 17 or 18. She's been here for a week. She's weak and can't go anywhere. I know daddy will get tired of her soon. He always does.
Suddenly someone unlocked my door.
"Hi hun, you daddy wants you to see the end of the show," my mom Harley said. By a show she meant that someone was going to die. I followed her to the toy room. I entered in silence. But he heard me anyways.
"Hi doll face! Come! Your about to miss the show," he said. The girl who was strapped in the iron table looked at me with wide eyes, pleading for help.
"Um... daddy don't do this," I whispered. He slapped me.
"Do you want to take her place?" He asked me.
"No," I said. The girl's eyes looked at me. She looked terrible. She was half naked, and her green eyes looked at me. Her brown hair was in a ponytail. Her stomach had millions of scars, and her arms and legs had fresh blood slowly dripping on the floor.
"Ok then! Let the show begin. Now doll face, don't black out on me this time. I know you hate deaths. But, don't do anything silly," he said. The girl started to scream when he said death. I mouthed the words sorry.
"Oh ya, I almost forgot," he said. "Vanessa, Laugher. Laughter, Vanessa". Vanessa started crying. She knew she had no hope. He walked over to his many knives, and choose a really sharp one. "Doll go sit over there," he said. Pointing to a chair next to the table. I obeyed. I sat down, and then it started. He placed the light right in front of her face. "You shouldn't had tried to escape Vanessa," he said. He took his knife and made a deep line in her forehead. Vanessa screamed. My daddy laughed.
"Isn't this funny doll face?" He laughed. I made my best laugh. This wasn't funny at all. I know how she feels 'cause I was in her shoes many times.
Then he started to make a deep cut in her stomach, and then arms. Vanessa screamed, and slowly stoped.
"Ugh... that was quick," he said. I couldn't breath, and started laughing. I never cried, not once. It's just something I have since I was a baby. He came up to me, hugging me with his bloody hands. "Breath doll, breath," he said. I did. "Now, that wasn't that bad was it? I'll tell your mom to call aunt Ivy and aunt cat over," he said. I didn't want anyone coming over. I just wanted my dad to understand how wrong this is.
"Ok," I said.