Hello again

Entry 1

Don't look for him, they said. You'll be disappointed, they said. And boy were they right. I found him. He was torturing someone. I found out where my father lived on the internet. Well, I found like, twenty people with my father's name and the last one I check is here torturing someone.

Now, the door was open when I came so I was like maybe I'll just go in. So I did, I did the usual and yelled to see if anyone was home. There was no answer. I went around the house and looked through all the rooms. I finally came across the basement and thought 'what the hell, why not'.

I slowly walked down the cement stairs and heard mumbling and moaning. I hit the bottom of the stairs and looked around the corner to the right. I see my high school bully sitting there, barely recognizable.

Her brown hair was matted with blood. Her mouth was being gagged by a dark, blood-filled cloth. Her wrists were bent in the most wretched ways as if all the bones were mush. Half of her right leg was gone, it was patched up with a bloody piece of gauze. Her stomach was bleeding lightly.

My father came out of hiding and welcomed me in. He looked happy to see me. He told me he's been taking care of me. I told him he didn't have to take care of me this way. He said it was the only way since he was forbidden to see me after the divorce. When he said this the girl started to wake up.

She looked at me. Her eyes widened. "I'm going to continue if you want to join in." The girl tried to struggle but it hurt too much. My father picked up a large knife. He walked to the girl and started to saw away at her hand. She tried to scream but her mouth was covered. My father turned his head toward me and smiled.

I joined him.

BH