Harley is beautiful. I have always been jealous of her. She is everyone's favorite. They all look at her and smile. They look to her in awe. They all want to touch her. Nobody ever wants to touch me.
Harley is Daddy's little girl. He'll sing to her and tell her stories until late into the night. I get a glance or two as I am locked in my bedroom.
Mommy likes Harley best, too. She showers her with praise and compliments every day. Mommy never says those things to me. She just wrinkles up her nose in distaste at the sight of me.
Everyone likes Harley more.
From my room in the cellar, I always wonder why Harley was chosen to be on display and not me. As her body is pinned to the walls, her face is turned up to the sky. Her black rimmed eyes and red stained cheeks hide the decay. I can see her insides. Her organs are beautiful and red. Daddy always comments on how perfect they are. How perfect she is. Daddy has to keep cleaning her from the bugs while Mommy does her makeup every morning.
I get lucky for a bath and a piece of bread. I envy Harley.
Everyone sees her as a work of art.
I guess they shouldn't have taken me from my other Mommy and Daddy, too. They should have just kept Harley. She is everyone's favorite.
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Short horror stories
Hororguys just to let you know, a lot of these are not mine so don't criticize me for it I'm not into the writing spirit which is why my last two ended hopefully this one will go for a lot longer thx P.S. CUSTOM COVERS MIGHT BE ACCEPTED
