The legend of Scissors

Revenge

Bella POV

"Bella!" My father yelled from downstairs, coming in as drunk as an Irish person whose been given free liquor. I walked downstairs and saw him on the couch, downing an almost empty bottle of Grey Goose.

"Yes dad?" I responded. Maybe he won't hit me if I act innocent.

"Where the hell is your mother?!" He asked, snapping with a drop of a pen.

"She's at 'work', dad." He rose, walked over to me, raised his hand, and slapped me, leaving a bright red mark on my cheek. I fell to the floor, hitting my head. My vision became doubled and it was black around the edges.

"Why is she never with me?!" He kicked me in my stomach, chest, and stomped my hips in.

"DAD!! PLEASE, STOP!!" I begged for mercy. I wanted to die. He continued for what felt like 5 years. He stopped, went upstairs, and fell asleep I assume. I limped upstairs to my room and grabbed a pair of surgical scissors since I wanted to be a doctor when I grew up. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself. I was always frowning. I wanted to smile. Even if I had to force myself to. I took the scissors and snipped from the edge of my mouth to half way of my ear. I repeated the same thing with the other side. I felt better. I felt like I wanted to give my 'Dad' a taste of his own medicine. I went to his room and stood on the side of his bed, watching him, smiling at the fact that he didn't know what was coming.

"I hope you can understand why I did this." I raised the scissors and brung them back down, repeating the process over and over, long after he stopped struggling. It felt...amazing. It felt like 3 semi-trucks was just lifted off of me. Once I stopped, I laughed. It was funny how he thought he was always in charge. How he thought he could overpower me. I walked out of the house covered in blood. Luckily, it was 2 in the morning and my house was in the middle of the woods. I walked around for a bit until something or someone caught my eye. I looked in that direction and saw...something standing there. Their limbs were long, he wore a suit, and had no face or was wearing a mask. I blinked and he was now in front of me. Shocked, I took a step back and drew my scissors. He kneeled down and his 'eyes' met mine.

"The children call me Slenderman. I've had my eyes on you for awhile and I have a place where people just like you can be themselves. All you have to do is agree to be one of my proxies." His jaw moved, but he had no mouth.

"How can I trust you? You may be some cop in undercover, just waiting to cuff me." He laugh a little and disappeared. I looked around and he appeared again with a head on his slim, pointy fingers.

"Would a cop kill someone just to prove a point?" He questioned. If he had a face, he would've arched on eyebrow.

I lowered my scissors and looked at him. "Point proven." I said.

"Would that be a 'yes' to my question?" I thought about it. I have nothing to lose anymore.

"Sure" He walked over to me and pointed to me. I then felt a sharp pain on the back of my hand. I looked at my hand a saw a weird symbol.

"Welcome, my Proxy. You shall be reborn under a new name." He looked at my scissors.

"You shall be known as...Scissors"