I'm standing in front of my house door, I know it's mine cuz I recognized the wooden door, it's an old wooden door colored dark brown , with an golden looking doorknob, I look down at the door knob. I stare at the it for a while, I then decide to open the door . As soon as I grab the knob, I look down at my feet, I hesitate to turn it and open the door. "Something doesn't feel right" i thought to my self. I look up and without knowing I sum how manage to opened the door, it creeked as it slid opened and ,with a soft sound of a bang, it hit the side wall of the house . I look in our living room , it's the first room you see when u walk in, I look to my right and see my brother and sister sitting in the middle of the room, it looks like their playing. Well that's what I assume cuz their laughing and smiling , "Looks like their having fun" I thought. After staring down at my sibling for a while , I look up for a bit and see my mother sitting, to the left, on the couch she gives me a crazy look. She's staring at me like I just did the stupidest thing in the world. Confused I think to my self " Why is she just staring at me like that? " . Then I start to feel like I'm in danger, I look straight between my sibling and mother. I blink once , Boom! my dad appears a few 15 feet away from me. But something's odd about him , I stare at him for a while then I realize he's a ZOMBIE!!?!?. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?? Like HOLLY SHIT HE'S A ZOMBIE" I thought to my self. I started looking around the room for something to stab my dad with," SHIT!! He's heading straight for me!!" I realized. I looked down at my hands I had a knife already in my right hand. I quickly looked up and griped the Handel of the knife tightly ,not wanting it to slip out of my hands, as I ran toward my dad. I crashed into him ,tackling him to the ground , without hesitation ,I pulled my right arm back then drove the knife into his skull. As the knife went in I can hear the cracking sound of his skull as I drove the knife deeper into his head, a black/red, blood like substance. Started to leak out of the sides of the knife as I cut through his skin to his brain. My dad's screams and yells, hearing him yell and scream just annoyed the fuck at me it pissed me off even more so I yanked the knife out, blood pouring out the gap on the side of his head. I then started to stab him again and again not caring how much it hurt him, his pain was my pleasure right there and then.........................I woke up.
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Hidden Behind a Broken Smile
Teen FictionThe most happiest people are the most broken ones with the deepest cuts. "A smile on her lips, and cuts or her wrist" ~Don't know