"Why the 'ell did you jus' walk out the effing house?!" Yelled my foster father. When I said I hated my foster parents I really only meant my foster Dad. My foster mother isn't too bad. She's actually quite nice.
"Come 'ere! I'll slap you into shape!" He continued. He reached over and slapped me. Hard. I screamed in pain. I was so worried of what was going to happen. My foster mother was out, having only pretended to be drunk to keep him happy. She wasn't here to protect me. My heart was pounding. I was shaking. Then, I heard a bang from the kitchen. He heard it too.
"What the 'eck?" He staggered into the kitchen. Then my foster mother walked in.
If only she hadn't.
"How has he been?" She mouthed at me.
"Angry." I mouthed back.
"There's wa'er all other the floor!" He yelled.
He trudged back into the room and his mad eyes fixed on me.
"You! This is your fault!" "Come 'ere!" I stretched his hands out like a zombie. I knew he was gonna hit me. He raised his fist and I cowered.
His fist never hit me.
He drowned. So did my foster mother. I flooded the entire house, creating an enormous whirlpool and killing them both.
Their screams still ring in my ears.
I am a murderer.
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Elemental (Cancelled)
FantasyA sanctuary for special teens. Seems like a nice idea right? But all is not what it seems... Cover Art by: @ThatGingaNinja
