Truth Or Dare; Live Or Die

Chapter Twenty-Four: HellBound Family

The world swirled around me as I stared up into the dark grey eyes that Ive known my whole life. He stared into my own light grey ones, grinning viciously. Blood oozed from his mouth, staining a disgusting pink on his teeth.

"You bastard!" I screamed as we were pulled into a time-freezing dimension.

"Now, now. What child of mine should use words like that?" My father said, walking to me. He ground the heel of his foot into my stomach, which already had injuries inside. I clenched my teeth together, refusing to cry out in pain. I would not show mercy to this worthless mistake of a father. I wouldnt.

"Get... off me!" I yelled. My body began to radiate red again. He jumped back as my hair flew around me, like it would in a windy thunderstorm. He fell back as the wind blew around us, strengthening right along with me. I stood, slowly. I spit blood onto the ground, my body glowing a hazy bright red. I punched my father in the face, his head flying to the side. I tackled him. Pinning him to the ground, I wrapped my pale fingers around his neck. At the same time, we both let out a deep, gutteral growl.

"You fucking BASTARD! Look what YOU DID TO ME!" I screamed, my hands tightening more and more as I punctuated every word with venom.

"K-Kill me... If you please. What... good will it do y-you, 'daughter'?" He laughed in my face, coughing as I tightened my already strong grip.

I wanted to kill him. To rip his throat out. To spill blood. I wanted this son of a bitch DEAD.

"You made me a FREAK! You tortured me AS A CHILD! YOU MADE ME WHO I AM TODAY!!" My anger bubbled up, then burst. He slowly raised the palm of his hand to my head, pressing it against my forehead. Memories relapsed.

"She wont make it. If she cant handle the pain..." Voices trailed off. Once again, the gut-retching pain was back. My body was, yet again, tied down to an icy cold experiment table. My hair, dirty and grimy. My mouth, dry and heavy.

Another memory whirled.

"Kill her. Shes no good. Her mother was just as a mistake as her. No good." I was tied to a post. Someone held a knife to my throat. I screeched, but my mouth was taped shut.

Sami appeared.

"Whatre you doing out here alone so late?" 10-year-old Sami asked me.

"Watching the stars. My mom died long ago. She loved stars. Its always bothered me, why she named me Star. Maybe because she loved the sky?" I said.

"Oh.."

"Yeah. I know Im weird. But, I know she loved the sky. When Im up here, by myself, looking... I feel closer to her."

"Ill be your friend..."

"Thanks..." I said, smiling sadly.

"No problem... Stary." She said, grinning. I grinned back, then we sat and watched the sun rise. After it did, we walked to town together.

"My daughter. You are a mistake. You were not supposed to be born." My dad said.

"No. Dont call me YOUR DAUGHTER. I will NEVER BELONG TO YOU. Ill be bringing you to hell WITH ME!!" I took out my knife. I slit my fathers neck opened. He spit out blood into my face.

I stared into his eyes, which were fading out as blood ran down his neck, staining his shirt and the ground beneath him.

Standing up, I spit onto my father's lifeless body. The son of a bitch was finally gone. Ill be seeing him in Hell. I already know.

I flew back into reality. I saw blood all over me and my dead dad. I grinned. Finally. I looked around. No one in sight.

WHERE WAS EVERYONE?!