Abigail Jane

Chapter 6

I was in a dark room Isolated from everyone else, it ranked of body odor and food I had never eaten. It was made of logs and a few streams of sunlight crept in through the openings between the rotting logs. There was no way to get out of the cabin for it was locked and I was too little to bust out. The only thing I had inside of the whole empty room was a doll and a crusty bucket.

I screamed and wailed for someone to let me out, I was distraught and cried for people long gone and dead. I heard the lock rattle at the door, I tensed up ready to put up a fight. I grabbed the raggedy old doll as a weapon, nervous that whoever would come through that door would get me ready for another treatment.

A tall slender man with bright red hair walked in. He had huge bags under his familiar eyes and he seemed more dead than alive. "Abby, honey are you ok" the man said it with such sincerity I felt like I had to believe he meant it, but I could not. "Here I brought you your favorite flower." He set a crumpled vine of morning glories in front of me.

I just glared at him, he stepped closer. I stared daggers into him "Father why, why do you let these people do these things to me?"

"You believed those savage, crazy people helped you! They have killed many and even scalped others, what makes you think they would have ever done anything nice to a little pathetic white girl like you."

I just glared at him, I hated him, he was my only blood family, but he killed the only real family I had. I hated him, I just hated him. Then I snapped, I was mad I couldn't think right, my thoughts were everywhere and I started thinking of horrible things

I looked up at my dad, smiled then started rocking back and forth back and forth in a comforting motion and singing to my doll, my bad little doll. He had to pay, everyone did and they were all going to hurt if it was the last thing I ever did.

I woke up,I then realized the little girl had was crazy and even mad! From that point on I knew the Abigail that was following me, not the timid and kind one that lost her mom, but the demonic, crazy one that was seeking revenge and I had to get away from her.