In a world of dark despair, she cried out. She cried for a change. No one answered. No one cared. So she continued to suffer through her hellacious life. Working, cleaning, tending to her step-sisters' every waking need. Her father had died many years ago, so long ago that she barley remembered his face. It was so abrupt. It was not too long after he had taken on a new spouse, Joseph.
Her father, Peter, and Joseph had met at a gay bar. After Ella's mother passed away, Peter swore that he'd never love another woman again.
True to his word, he had fallen for a horrible man. He was handsome, as anyone with working eyes could see, but if you looked further into his eyes, his soul, gazed upon his heart with no prior impaired judgement, you could see it. Evil. It practically oozed from his pores. Why everyone was oblivious to it, stumped Ella endlessly.
Mere weeks after they had decided that they would spend eternity together, Peter had been mutilated, his body resting atop Ella's bed. (The murder, whom shall remained unnamed, must have assumed the police would take the unwanted child away, leaving Joseph and his twin daughters with the house and the fortune of money that Peter had left behind.)
Unfortunately for him, he had gotten custody of Ella. The poor girl never had a chance at freedom. He hated her since the moment he had laid eyes upon her scrawny frame. Not caring what happened to her, he made her sleep in the attic. The cold, uninsulated attic, with no bed and only a sheet. She survived that winter and every winter after. She strived to stay alive to avenge her father. She knew who did it. She just needed time to plan her-their- revenge. The bitter sweet taste of pure unadulterated hatred fueled her desire to stay alive.
Her day came. It came slowly. Agonizingly slow, but it came. She knew it when the day came. The air was still. Not a sound was to be heard. They were at the lakeside home in the middle of nowhere. Their screams of terror and begs for mercy would not be heard as she slid the knife over they're frail bodies. They had pushed her too far. She plunged the knife deep into their bellies and sliced their throats. They're gurgles of what were their voices was the last thing she heard.
"Father, I take the lives of the beasts that stole your's from me. As for my Heavenly Father who hast thou given us all life. Forgive me. For I have sinned." Then she pulled the trigger, and the world went black. She died with a smile. Damned to Hell, but a life long debt was repaid. That was finally off of her chest.
