After my parents death, I wasn't straight away taken to the foster house, I was actually kept with one of my aunts, my moms sister, Kayle. She was nothing like my mom, her personality was shit just like her face and her hatred towards kids was indescribable. After Kayle had received the news about keeping me and my sister with her until she had found a foster home for us, she blew up like a grenade, breaking, smashing, ripping everything that came in her sight.
After she got us in her house she locked my sister in the bathroom upstairs and me in the closet in the bedroom next to hers. She chained the closet from outside and strapped the bathroom lock. We both were crying and screaming but she just smiled like a lifeless soul. After every 2 weeks she would come and give us water in a shot glass with a slice of bread and cut our hair from the back.
She cut my hair awfully curtail so the next time she came, I ignored. She again ordered me to turn around but I refused. Screaming in frustration, she grabbed my hair and pulled me all the way to the dinning room where I saw my sister sitting in one of the chairs chained up. Even with teary eyes, I quickly took notice of a pistol on the table near her. She looked up at me, her eyes dark and swollen. I froze. Kayle tugged my hair harder and harder, forcing me to sit on a stool. Calmly she took the scissors and begun.
She hummed a moderate classic tune while doing what she thinks she is good at. Locks of my hair fell but as an appalling surprise the scissors went straight through the skin at the back of my neck leaving a broad scar behind. She stopped humming as I howled in pain, ripping a small piece of my shirt i put it on the bruise to prevent it from bleeding. She put her scissors down beside the stool. It was like as if I could sense Kayle sitting behind me and smiling, what a lifeless creature.
There was a sudden THUD.
We both turned around to see that Walc had actually managed to escaped. There was a chain hanging tightly around one of her arm, she swung it with full force in the air and screamed for me to duck. I dodged the chain and it hit Kayle stright in the face. Walc ran and took me by my hand but I pushed her away. There was just one last thing that had to be done. While Kayle lay groaning in pain and agony, I took the scissors that were next to the stool, pulled her up by her lengthy hair and did the same mark on the back of her neck while cutting her hair. My revenge had been taken. I rushed out grabbing Walc and escaping the house of terror.
