The voice rings in my head. "How dare you!" The voice booms. "I'm sorry Father!" I scream as I fall to me knees screaming. "I didn't mean to let him go" I sob. "Don't I have enough?" I ask weakly. "More, my child." He whispers. "I can't believe you have forgotten what I've done for you." "Father, I'm forever grateful for you. I shall get the finest one for you. I promise. Just please forgive me!" I beg. "I will forgive you, however this can't go without consequence. Hold out your wrists." He demands. I try to hold back tears as my I hold my wrists out.
I prepare for my punishment. I watch as 4 cuts forms all the way up each of my wrists. I cry in pain as large bloody chunks of flesh rise up from my wrists. I gag as I see large holes in my arms. I can see the bones in my arms. "Wait until they have healed then you must bring me one of the boys." My father demands before the voices in my head die. I sit on the floor and scream in the puddles of flesh and blood from my arms.
I missed who I use to be in the 1930s. However I should be grateful for the chance I was given.
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Where The Children Hide
HorrorIn a drab town, children are disappearing. Levi, Cole and Reef three, 15-year-old male triplets who have returned home from boarding school for summer vacation believe it has something to do with the mental asylum at the edge of town. They go throug...
