Smudged Mirror (Finished)

Chapter 13:

When Vicky woke up, she was hungry. She wanted and will stop at nothing to get herself food. She walked to the door and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.

"Bastard locked me in here." She broke a piece of wood off her bed and started banging the door with it. Once she realized it was doorknob that was keeping her inside, she banged as hard as she can. The door finally opened. She walked out her door then stopped to turn around. There were furious scratches on her door.

"When I find her, its over. No setting her life free."

Vicky walked to the kitchen. She looked at a can of soup. She tried reaching for the soup but fell off the table. She got back up and tried a second time and finally got it.

She looked around for a pot. Then she remembered what her mom told her, "Remember honey, pots and pans are always in the bottom shelf." Vicky grabbed a pot and put it on the stove.

"Clever, young lady," said Tony.

"You bish!"

"Ahhh, you mean Bitch? Ahh I see; your mother taught you know to cuss, didn't she?"

"How you would know?" asked Vicky stomping her feet and crossing her arms.

"I see your mother taught you how to talk at a very young age. 1 years old already saying sentences. Now your 3 years old with a fresh mouth."

"Ahh, shut up old lady." Vicky turned the stove on and set it on high. She wasn't aware of what came next.

"You three year old puss."

"You ugly dickhead ass bish!"

"When have you learned about dickheads, Vicky?"

"My papi showed it to me."  Vicky started walking to where she heard the voice coming from. Tony grabbed Vicky and pushed her so hard she crashed into the knives that were sitting in the spots. The knives stabbed Vicky in the back.

"How does that feel,Vicky?"

"How does what feel?"

"You don't feel that? The knives?"

"No. I have a disorder where I can't feel anything." Vicky stopped moving and stared. "Hmm... because I can't feel anything, you can't hurt me. You're stupid for that." Tony had no clue what to do.

"How about if I kill you?"

"Yeah? How is that possible you can't hurt me old lady?" Vicky walked to the soup can and poured the soup into the pot. She stirred it with a knife.

"What is wrong with you, Vicky?"

"I was born and raised this way, bum." The soup was nice and hot. As she was stirring, the knife fell right into the pot.

"Go get it, 'bum'," said Tony watching Vicky's every move. Vicky put her hand in the 300° water and grabbed the knife. "Here it is!" Vicky waved the knife around. "See? Nothing can hurt me. I was born this way. Now you can't hurt me. Hehehe....."