'Happy birthday' he said smiling at me. His smile was like those one's that was shown in horror movies, those sinister smiles that preceded the death of a character but in my own case it preceded the pains I was going to be feeling soon enough. I didn't say anything to him because that was what he wanted, and even if I wanted to say something, I couldn't my voice box must have busted from years of screaming and screeching so I possibly won't be able to talk for a long time or for the rest of my unnatural life. I glared at him the best I could which only made him chuckle at me. My face was roughly pulled up by my hair and I was sure some of them would fall of at the end of this. I winced but kept my face void of any emotions.
'Look at you acting all tough, so cute' he said and smiled at me again, showing his perfectly arranged set of white teeth. From his back he brought a cupcake that looked nice, pink designs and yellow candle on it, he took out a lighter and put the candle on it, all the while staring at me and I just stared back at him.when he was done he brought it close to me.
'Make a wish, princess'. I stared at him and in my mind I made a wish hoping it would come through. But life has never been the same ever since that day so I highly doubted it would come through. This was what he did, he would toture me day and night and make me wish that hell existed so that I could go there and then on my birthday he would let me have it all to myself although some times I sill get hit by some of them. I don't know what day it is but I know it is my birthday as he said, I couldn't tell when the day ended or started again. I had lost track of time.
He took the cake and smeared it all over my face then he took the candle and place a few strands of my hair on it watching it burn, I tried to squirm my way out of this, he had never done this before except the occasional hair tugging that pulls almost all of my hair out. This was new. I tried again and he put it off with his bare hands when it had gone half way through the strand.'You know that as it is your birthday, you have to give us presents and maybe throw us a party' he said suggestively as if I had a choice. He walked to the door and turned his back to me, and just as he came he left and I knew he was coming back soon for the day had just started. I looked around me at the room I was in, it wasn't exactly what you would call a room it was a small wooden box, it had a very old mattress where I was lying, and beside the wall there was a small chair that had chains attached to it up and down to hold my hands and my legs and sometimes my neck. Then a small window that barely let light in, a bucket in which I could do my business and the door he just walked out off. Don't forget the dangling light bulb that always flickered. I was dressed in a gown that was totally torn and dirty, it was sticking to my body and was almost halfway to my bum, I had on a pant that was also torn and nothing else, my skin felt scaly like that of a lizard, my face not much of a difference, I couldn't remember how I looked or any of my features. All in all it looked like a horror movie except this time , I was the horror movie. He left quietly. This is bad. I sat on the bed and counted in my head, hoping that he doesn't come back but I always dream too big.
1..2..3..4..5...I counted all along looking at the door dreading when it was going to open. 78..79..80..81..8.. I had barely finished the number before the door opened and he came in with three other men. His name was Peter, and he came in with john, Daniel and oscar.
He was the alpha of blue moon park, John was the beta, oscar the gamma and Daniel was his younger brother, these were mostly the people who made me wish I was living in hell itself.'Happy birthday, silvermist' they said in unision.
'Help' I whispered to no one.
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HEY GUYS, THIS IS MY SECOND BOOK, THE FIRST I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BECAUSE I BARELY GOT ANY READS AND LOST HOPE BUT I AM HOPING THAT THIS TIME I WILL GET ENOUGH READS AND COMMENTS TO ENCOURAGE ME.IF YOU WANT SILVERMIST TO GET HELP THEN HIT THAT LITTLE STAR ON YOUR SCREEN AND PUT A LITTLE COMMENT.
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