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The young girl looked over her small, fragile figure. Cuts, Bruises, Scars, Burns, and other various forms of harm to her teenage body. She could thank the man she called"Father." For these forms of harm. She'd been taking her father's abuse with no complaints since the abuse began when she was around four or five. She shivered, remembering the last time he'd come home from the bar and beat her in a fit of drunken rage. She was awoken from her thoughts by heavy footsteps walking up the stairs."SELICA ROSE ANNE GRIMIS!" Her father screamed in yet another fit of drunken rage. She tensed up, tears forming in her bright peach eyes. She was normally teased for her strange eye color. The taller, stronger, and chubbier man burst into the small girl's room yet again cigar in his mouth and a look of pure rage on his face. He grabbed her by her long curly caramel brown hair. "WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU TELL YOUR FUCKING BITCH OF A TEACHER ABOUT ME?! "YOU FUCKING LITTLE WHORE." He screamed in her face. Tears ran down her cheeks as she whimpered and squeaked out a little. "N-
She stood up changing out of her outfit from the previous day. She sat in her room doing nothing until he came up the stairs again. She whimpered in fear shivering again. He burst down the door again, causing her to scream and cry once more. He grabbed her by the arm pulling her in to the bathroom throwing her in the tub. Grabbing a bottle of bleach from the cupboard while lighting his lighter and throwing it at her. She screeched in pain, stumbling for the tap as she caught on fire. She curled up in a ball and let the cold water hit her as she sobbed, waiting for the flames to extinguish. After the flames were finally put out by the water, she sat up in the tub, everything in pain. She got up despite this, walking over to the mirror, looking into it. She was covered in blood, her normal peachy creamy skin bleached to a bright white. She watched in horror as blood and tears leaked from her eyes, down her cheeks onto the floor. "
She snuck downstairs after her father had left to their local bar. She snuck into the kitchen,grabbing the largest knife she could find. She tip-toed down to the basement,grabbing a rope from the basement. She smirked,going back up to the living room and sitting on the couch. She waited for him long into the night it was a while after midnight when he stumbled in to the house with a hooker by his side. He screamed at her to scram as he closed and locked the door. "
She walked into the living room,seeing her father reaching for the phone which made her rage burn more. She kicked her father in the back of the head. "Get the fuck away from there." She kicked him again and again. She took the knife,stabbing him slowly in the back,sliding the knife between each one of the discs in his back. She jammed the knife in all the way as she got to the last one. She pulled it out,loving the sound of her father screaming in pain. She flipped him over,sliding the knife between his eyes. Watching him die,She had no thoughts of regret. She only smiled that cute smile she never got to before killing the hooker. She got up,unlocking the door and strolling out in to the woods behind her house. She noticed one of the trees
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