I open my eyes to see that it was true. The blood, the room, everything being so dark. Hopefully not those creepy dogs running around.
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Hold on, let's turn back the clock a bit.
I'm not just an average girl. From day one I've never cut or trimmed my hair. Ever. I have a mother that has
devil dark black hair, clear blue eyes, and always wears a blood red dress. If you're like me, you try to follow your parents' rules, if you can. But honestly, I hated her. She never even looked like me, and she thinks we're related?!? Anyways, for myself, I have golden blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and wears a lot of pastel dresses. So now that you're caught up, let's begin the story.
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On a great Sunday morning, I got up to find my mom drinking, again. She usually does this to "Cope with her depression", what a bunch of lies. But today she seemed completely off. She looked at me and smiled, in an evil way. She's probably drunk again, better get the medicine. I went to go grab them, but she stumbled my way and grabbed my arm, and started to pull, hard. I tried to fight it by kicking her legs and biting off her arms, but it was like she was made of steel. "Oh, don't worry honey, I'LL GET IT FOR YOU." She said very creepily. Okay, usually that never happens when she's drunk. Was she possessed? She grabbed the nearest kitchen knife and started to chant something. "Let's play my dear, let's face death." She repeated over and over. I've had enough. I grabbed a second knife and screamed "GET OUT OF HER, DEMON!!!!" I clenched the knife and stabbed it into her heart.
