Leaving Scars(Jeff the Killer Love Story)
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"Get your slutty ass up bitch." My uncle yelled at me. He then grabbed my hair and slapped me in the face. He started doing this after he had touched me and I started to have a panic attack. He then repeated to punch and kick me until I was coughing up blood on my bedroom floor.
"Get up and clean up the mess you made with your useless self. You'll get no sleep or dinner until you clean this up and make dinner for me." he spat before leaving the room.
I felt something snap in me . . . my sanity.
As I walked down the hallway, I dragged my pocket knife across the wall.
"What the fuck Scarlett! You little bitch! You're going to fix that shit." my uncle Dan yelled at me.
I slowly walked to him and stopped just a couple feet away. I cocked my head to the side then I let my head fall back as I laughed like the psycho I had become. "Uncle Danny!!!" I said in my sing song voice. Then my voice went to a dark but perky tone.
"Scarlett leaves scars . . . "
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