The House

I say that kidnapped me. They say rightfully owned. They killed my parents and took me into their home. What happens next is my fight. My diminishing light from my eyes. Such cruel and horror. Its gruesome with blood. Please don't leave me alone. This is my story. How they almost killed me.

She was loved and spoiled and cherished and beaten and bruised. She lived. Her teen years were a mix of happiness and a wish for death to come. Maybe they should have killed her. God knows they came close.

"Kill me!!!!!" She screams blood coming out of her nose and her head as they repeatedly kick her over and over again. "No" they stop,"now why would I do that. You die when I say you die." He says evilly, spitting in my face before they take their turns with my body. I look up, after they toss my bleeding body asside, at the stairway and I know he's watching. Getting some sick pleasure out of hearing me scream.

Efa Erebus is her name and it means life then darkness in greek. How ironic if all she does is pray to die. Her life was chosen before she was born. She had no chance at all. After all everything happens for a reason.

DO NOT COPY MY BOOK. THIS IS ME ASKING.

Anyways it's a sad story. I cried while writing it. And I'm not big on emotions but this is just sad. Its okay to cry. I got a new look on horror and I decided to write it. While writing this I reliezed that this can happen to some people and it actually does to those out there in the world. Maybe not to the extent that this story takes and maybe worse which makes me afraid to go outside but, I ask that you be respectful of my book and the events that take place. If you are uncomfortable with anything then I ask that you stop reading because it will get much worse before anything gets better and I can tell you that nothing will get better in this book. Also that this will be a three book series so if your not in for the ride DO NOT READ because the ending makes everything better.