Fostered

It isn't easy

I cant say it's easy, because then i would be lying. When i was adopted my real name was bloom, but then it got changed into mal, because that was the name of his first kill. I wanted to know what she was like but my father said it doesn't matter, as long as he had she blood, he was satisfied.

I have a brother too, he wasn't fostered though. His name is dave. But my father refused to let us go outside, unless we need too. To that, we dont go to school, we're homeschooled, to that ... i have no friends.

But i have one good friend, Denah. She my only friend since kindergarten, and she never knew my half pyscho father

My father took me because dave refused to kill .. that's why im father's favorite .. and no I've never killed ... i just sharpen knifes. Its not fun at all, i hate the sound of pain.

Every night we go to bed at 10:30, father put us to bed at this time because exactly at 10:35 he starts to kill, he wants us to hear the pain in the victim's voice.

After a kill, i wake up every morning and ask the same question to father "what was the victim's name?" And father always answers, then i write the names on my wall. Dave does it too, it helps us.

I have no mother nor siblings, i dont know where mother is.

Me and dave wish to run away but, if father catches us, we're definitely dead.

I just hate when father kills. The victims are so helpless, they didnt do anything to him to deserve this, i try to help them but father bever looks away.

I remember once, there was a 19 years old boy named Michael. I didnt sharpened the knifes that day so when my father was done with the stabbing, he was barley alive. But alive.

I spoke to him i told him he didn't deserve i. And all he said was "run".

He thought I was a victim.

But maybe i am, maybe dave and i are just victims.

But this will change soon ....

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Soooooo ..
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