Anne

Little warning: swears and violence are in this story.

~Authors note~

It's 1886 in England. This book is about a girl named Anne who has a depressing past and dark secrets. So dark she has to leave. This is my first book so if it's horrible tell me I don't mind criticism.

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I should start out by telling you the story about what happened back in 1885 I had a fairly large family five siblings and a mother and father like a normal family.It all started on a bright sunny Sunday morning we were all getting ready for church I walked down our wooden stair case but it felt wrong everything felt wrong. Mother is normally the first one up but she is no where to be seen I go back up to my brothers room they aren't there either I start to panic "What's going on?" I whisper a little. I start to walk down the stairs again further down when I notice something behind the counter I run down the steps tripping on my dress I see my mother lying on the ground blood all over her chest "Mother!" I scream no answer I fell on top of her getting my mothers blood all over my Sunday dress when I hear another scream then a thud I grab a knife that my mother once used to cut food with, tears streaming down my face I walk to where I heard the thud.

I see my father standing over five limp and bloody bodies he turns to me smiles "Sweetie hi what are you doing up?" He hisses to me I put the knife behind my back he walks toward me I back up a little "What you got their?" He asks I grip the knife harder it's wooden handle digging into my hand he lifts up his knife I pull out my knife stab him in the throat then in the heart where he stabbed my mother. Realizing what just happened I fall to the ground hot tears streaming down my face I scream as loud as I can "Why why did this have to happen!" I keep muttering why as I look over the room I hear whimpering, it's my little sister Lilly who is just five years old she has a hole in her back and she is all bloody "Lilly."I whisper she tries to look up at me "Anne."She coughed I need to take her out of her misery "I'm sorry." I whisper I stab her in the head.It seems like my father gathered everyone up and stabbed them all in the throat one in the back Lilly who tried to get away she was only five and she's dead I keep muttering why.

I finally get up I run out the house everybody has probably gone to church already so I start toward the church I can't show up covered in blood but I keep running I need to get help from someone, the Paster is still outside welcoming people I hear people whispering behind me "My dear child what has happened?" Paster says to me looking at my dress "My my my father he he." I stutter "Spit it out child!" He says "My father he murdered my mother and brothers and sisters!" I scream breaking down into tears at the pastors feet "Well what happened to your father?" he asks "I killed my father!" I scream,women gasp.

As I say this I realize I'm a orphan now. I have no more family, no one to love me, no one to care for me I have no one. The paster helped me up, combed threw my knotted hair with his fingers whips off my tears "Oh my goodness child how horrible!" I nod, he walks me into the church making sure no one sees me he grabs me a little white dress and leads me to the washroom I put the dress on leaving my blood stained gown behind in the garbage that was my favourite gown now it's gone just like my whole family.

I still can't wrap my mind around this how did my father do this to our family we had perfect lives how could this happen? I have gotten over my sadness but now all I feel is rage,I still have the knife I killed my father and Lilly with I can still here his voice in my head the feeling of stabbing him I can still feel it,it's like the knife has been imprinted into my hand. The knife is the only thing I have left from home, right after the church I didn't return home I just couldn't bare it.

I live on the streets I have been for a year it's the anniversary of my family's death I can't believe it's been a year a year since I started living on the streets of England. The pastor is the only one I have ever told about my family to, the police have probably found them but probably looking for the killer still if I told they wouldn't believe my story because I'm just an orphan no one cares why should they I'm an orphan most people think my family never loved me so why should they.