The Cheshire

It

It started as voices. Little whispers, then shadows of people who arent there. The whispers became voices and the shadows morfed into monsters.
Often she saw a creature outside her window. But it was never there long enough for her to get a good look.

All she new was that it was TALL pure black

It's been little over a year since her so called father carved her face open, the wounds healed but left nasty scars,
Shes now seven, in three days time she will turn eight and her life will flip on its head but that's a story to save fora bit  later.
The creature would appear when she was either sad or angry.

Static would fill her head and often she passed out from pain. Or the electronics would glitch out. The phone that she worked oh so hard to buy was now shatterd from when she threw it across the room in a fit of rage.

Nothing she did could het rid of the creature.. She tried everything she thought of. Even going as far as stealing garlic and rice from the kitchen,
However she got caught. And was punished..
Her so called father grabbed a small knife and slowly made a large cut arpund her forearm. And stood up, leaving her to bleed.

That

Was

All

She

Could

Take

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