Princess

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My vision comes in and out, my body seems to spasm in exhaustion. Sore and throbbing, i sit up from my laying position but i dont dare to open my eyes. i dont dare to expand my veiw because i already know whats waiting for me.

i already know the sight that will be set upon me and im tired of seeing it. im tired of seeing the same old dusty couch next to the wash machine. i became sick of watching dust mites dance in the air, but most of all, the stairs that sat next to me.

the stairs i couldnt go up because any second he could turn the corner and his red eyes would lock on mine. the demon wouldnt let me step farther than an inch on those stairs before he came rushing past the basmenet door. eyes smiling with excitment, his mouth curling to the edge of his ears.

'Daddy', is what he made us call him. 'Daddy', is the name that he has forcefully gouged into our brains. yes there is more than one girl, but i am the only one to live for so long.

The others have died during training, they couldnt make it through the pain. the slight few that did survive no longer have a mind of their own, their heads lull around on their shoulders and their eyes are dull. its almost as if they are dead.

ive tried to talk to them, tried to conversate and encourage them that we will escape, but im only talking to myself. there are no replies from the young girls i sit by. when i speak to them i know i will have no answer but i enjoy reasuring myself.

pretending i have a friend within the madness, fighting my will to kill myself. i think thats why im his favorite. thats why he always picks me when he comes down. Beacause i am the only one to fight, to argue, to cry, to live on in this shit hole.

He enjoys my every reaction, my every tear, every scream that emits from my body. he laughs and indulges in my pain. i have been here so long i dont know how old i am, but i do know when i first got here i was twelve. i was reading in the park by myself.

My parents shouldve been there but i cant blame them. it was my brother in charge of me that day. it was such a beautiful day too. you would've never expected for a single soul to be in the wrong.

My brother was the ladies boy of high school. every girl was on their knees. they would come to our house anytime of night and go straight to my brothers room. Didn't even acknowledge themselves to me.

But my parents were always out on business trips, so he could do whatever the hell he wanted. And boy, didn't he.
he was the little rich boy with blue eyes and caremal skin. he was the boy with a sweet attitude and a bad demeanor. curly hair he kept in a bun, and stayed dressing nice.

you get it, what every girl wanted. this day i woke up tired, so i only took a bath and went back into my room. spread eagle on my stomach and began to read my book. im a great fan of books, ive always loved them. they were the portals that sent me into another world, one were i could forget and relive another life.

My brother burst in, i think at about twelve in the afternoon. I can still here his voice, his voice had never reached puberty, but it was on its way. it would crack alot, especially when he yelled.

"Lea, get up. We're going to the park." i rolled my eyes and looked up at him with an annoyed scoff on the edge of my lips. "I don't want to go, you'll be fine on your own." he closed the door in my face, hearing his footsteps slowly disappearing, and shouts down the hall. "Im not asking!"

Everywhere he went, i had to go. that was my parents number one rule, and even though he was an ass, he took that rule very seriously. Now i think of how much he must've loved me but when i was younger, that never even crossed my mind.

i always thought he just brought me around to impress his girlfriends. so when i think about him now, i think of how stupid i was to assume he didnt give a damn about my well being.

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