I remember seeing midnight.. She told me to stay alive... But why... I lied here for hours thinking of a way to get out. Even if they didn't care I still wanna see them. I walked to the door and opened it. Outside was a box on top said "This will make you feel better sweetie" Oh how I hated the fact that he called me "sweetie" "sweetheart" " honey" "love" That shit sickens me to the core. I hate the fact that he's always like "Oh but honey as a child you were always saying how much you wanted to be an angel to fly to be beautiful and that's exactly what I did... You should grateful you shitty daughter." Is what he'd always tell me. I opened the box and found alot of pills and syringes. I look at them and it didn't have a name or anything. Fuck it. Anything right now would be okay. Even this shit... I popped about three pills and looked at the syringe. It had a weird red glowing fluid in it. Fuck it I stuck it in the veins on my wrist. All the pains and my worries just.. Went away.. I sat there on the bed... Looking around.. It felt graaaaate.... I fell asleep. When I woke up. I was in the operation room.. I didn't give a shit... I don't know what they where doing as looong as I got the pills... Like always I did more training. Like running as long as I could or as much as I can lift or how far I can see. So then once the training was done "he" came in my room.. "So hows the pills and the drugs." " The drug isn't my thing but pills.." " Oh seems like you're more of a pill person... Wait til I tell your mom that she has a drug addict." He walked out and threw a bottle of pills at me. "Enjoy yourself..." Every day I took more and more pills. It's been a while since I've seen midnight. Oh well I have new friend called mister pills.
~years later- age:18
"Angel? ANGel?!?! ANGEL!!!" I shot up and looked around. " Wha-what the fuck?.." I got up and looked for the notebook I wrote in. *sigh* Todays my eighteenth birthday... I've been in here for 8 years. Once I was 16 they brought in more kids. Some of them around my age at the time. Hehe I may or may not have kissed some of them... I was SIXTEEN AND HIGH AS FUCK ON PILLS AND OTHER DRUGS Anyway since I was here the longest I was known as the"big sister". Who would've known I'd get have of em killed trying to get outta the hell hole... But I've learned from my mistakes and came up with plan that'd worked out perfectly with the amount of kids now I'm sure we'd get out. * knock knock* "sweetie can daddy come in?" "*whisper * shit..." Hides the notebook. " Uhh come in!" Of course he'd come now! " Sweetie daddy got you a present.!" " Really?" " Here open It!" I open it and... I-it was a picture of o-of my old... F-fam-family and my friend scarlet... I started breathing heavily as the memories came flooding in. I held my head and started crying. "Honey are you okay??" I look at him and then at my hand. "Dad I'm not you're.... little angel ANYMORE!! I said as I stabbed him in the stomach. My head started twitching. "So af-after all I've...d-done for you. After i-I did want you as-" I cut him off literally. I fell to the ground as more memories started coming back...
"DAAAD" "Yes sweetie?" " Dad you know I'm old enough to make me own decisions right?" "Yes of course." " and you're a scientist and stuff right?" " Angel where are you going with this?" "IWANTYOUTOMAKEMEANPERFECTANGELPLEASEPRETTYPLEASEWITHCHERRIESONTOP!!!!!!!!" "Angel?" I got on my knees. " Please!!!!! I'll do anything!!!" "Honey that's not how it works... Also I don't want to work on you and make you hurt..." Something in my head snapped. "You love me don't you?" "Angel. Honey? What's gotten in to you?" My head twitched. I stabbed him in the leg with my nails. Gack! "Ang-ANGEL!" I passed out. When I woke up I remember him and mom saying something like "Angel did what?" "She may need to go to a mental institution." "You are not sending my baby there!!" Everything after the is a blur.
