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Five months passed and Emily hated her parents more and more. They were so happy all the time. It got on Emily's nerves. How could someone be so happy living in a dark forest in the middle of nowhere? Every time Emily thought about her overly optimistic parents, her blood boiled. Her mother walked downstairs. "Pouring yourself a glass of orange juice I see?" she asked. Emily rolled her eyes and poured the juice down the drain. She ran upstairs to her room and locked the door. Emily and Sophie had to share a room, which is something they had never done before. So when Emily entered the room, she needed to make sure Sophie wasn't in the room. She sighed in relief when she wasn't. She went inside the closet and slammed the door shut. She didn't turn on the light. She couldn't. She couldn't let anyone know what she was about to do. She grabbed a flashlight and opened a small box in the corner of the closet. She smiled. It was a box full of pocket knives. Every time Emily was angry, or annoyed at her parents, she cut herself. As she picked up the first one she saw, a weird feeling grew in her stomach. It was like something was trying to break out. As the small sharp blade touched her skin, she screamed in pain. No one could hear her, however, which is exactly what Emily wanted. Suddenly, the door to their room unlocked and opened. Emily got nervous. She cut herself a few more times then put the knife back in the box. She ran out of the closet. She bumped into Sophie. "What were you doing in the closet?" she asked. Emily had to think of a good lie. She shook her head and said that she was trying to look for something but couldn't find it. She smiled and ran out of the room.
Two weeks passed and Emily was tasked with washing the dishes. She couldn't argue with her parents, so she rolled up her sleeves and started washing the dishes. As she put the clean dishes on a rag to dry, a drop of blood fell from her arm onto a plate. She started to panic. She opened the cabinet under the sink and tried to look for paper towels. She couldn't find any. She cursed herself. She tried to wipe off the blood herself, but everything went wrong. The more she tried to clean off the blood, the more blood fell onto the plate. She soaked her sleeve in water for a few seconds and used that to wipe off the blood. But again, it didn't wash off. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard her father walk down the stairs. She cursed herself as her father walked up to her. He kissed her head. "Ah you're doing the dishes? Well done.
As punishment, Emily wasn't allowed to do anything she wanted to do for a year. But Emily didn't care. All she cared about was making sure her parents were dead. As she stared at the ceiling at 3:00 in the morning, she thought about them. And the more she thought about them, the angrier she got. Suddenly, the weird feeling in her stomach grew. And it was physically hurting her. The more she thought, the bigger the pain. Then, with no explanation, there was a feeling of a knife cutting through her upper abdomen. She screamed in pain. She touched her chest and her stomach. Nothing happened. Wait. Something. Something did happen. The thing in Emily's stomach finally broke out. And Emily knew what she had to do.
She quietly snuck out of the room, and ran downstairs. She opened the silverware drawer and grabbed the sharpest knife. Before she went back upstairs, she saw gasoline and matches outside. She smiled. She ran outside, grabbed the things, and started to pour the gasoline on the floor. But she stopped. This wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted to kill her parents. She ran back upstairs and snuck into her parents room. They were asleep. She smiled like a lunatic. She held up the knife above her head and pierced it through her father's chest. He woke up in pain. He saw Emily standing next to him. "Emily? What are
Sophie woke up from a terrible nightmare. She couldn't explain it, but it felt like it happened in real life. She rubbed her tired eyes and jumped when she saw a figure standing at the foot of her bed. She sighed in relief when she saw who it was. "Emily! Oh my god. You almost gave me a
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