A Horrible Memory?
Just short :) twisted but short. It just popped into my head so it might not be that good-.- enjoy.
I was walking home from school--by myself-- when I saw a little girl running my way. She was about 10 years old. The girl was crying and ran into me. "I'm sorry." she cried. I looked at her and saw bruises all over her face. She had burn marks all over skin and a gash under her left eye. "What happened? You need to go to a hospital." I say and the girl begged me not to take her. If I were her, I would be glad to have someone offer to take me to the hospital. "You're hurt." I say and the little girl cried. "Where are your parents? Shouldn't you be in school?" I ask and the girl shook her head. "Mom is dead and dad is after me. Please don't let him get me." the girl said. "What's your name sweetie?" I ask. "I-I-I-I don't know." she sobbed and I took her to my house. I called for my mom but she wasn't answering me so I guess she's at work.
I gave the girl some water and she chugged it down within 5 seconds. "Did you dad do this to you?" I ask. She nods her head and I refilled her cup. "I have to call the cops." I tell her. "Don't! I don't want you to get hurt too." the girl said and I sighed. "Why aren't you in school?" I ask. "Dad doesn't want me to be out the house. He doesn't want me to escape." I had my eyes wide open. "Do you live around here?" I ask. She nods her head. "Where do you live sweetie?" I ask. "Here." she says and points to a picture. That was me 8 years ago. "That's Impossible. I have lived here my whole life." I say. Where is my dad? He's probably at work too. "I lived here my whole life too. My mommy.. That's her." she says pointing at a picture of MY mom. "That's my mom." I say and the little girl frowns.
Who is she? Why is she saying that she lives in my house? I don't have any siblings. Do I? No, my dad would've told me. "I'm going to go see of my dad is home stay here." I say. "My name is Mary." she says. "That's my name." I say stopping at the 5th step. "No it's mine." the girl snapped. "Don't go upstairs!" she yelled and then my dad walked out of his room. "I thought I told you not to go wandering around!" My dad yelled. "I just came from school." I say. My father walked down the stairs. He didn't even notice men standing right there but the little girl. He slapped her and the girl, Mary, fell on to the floor with blood dripping from her mouth. "Dad why did you just hit that little girl?" I ask him but he didn't answer me.
My father kicked the girl hard against her ribcage and the girl screamed in pain. I felt it too. "Daddy?" I cried but he didn't listen to me. Then he went into the kitchen, leaving Mary crying, in pain,on the floor. I ran down to her. "Why can't my dad see me?" I ask and then he came back with duct tape and a knife.
I followed my dad down into the basement with Mary over his shoulder. "I'm scared." she cried. "It's going to be all right." I lie. I know what he's going to do and I can't do anything to stop him. "Dad? Can you hear me?" I ask and he doesn't respond. Instead, he placed Mary on the wooden table mom bought last week.
He ties Mary on the table and went to look for his tool box. He wouldn't. I tried to untie Mary but he tied her too tight. Dad came back 5 minutes later with his tools. Mary started to struggle and the my dad punched her. She blacked out. I did as well.
I woke up and I see Mary's eyes missing. I tried not to scream but I did. What did he do to her? I stood up and noticed I was covered in blood. The whole floor was covered in blood. I cried as I saw that half of her body was under a towel. I slowly pulled the covers off and screamed. Her body was dissected in to pieces. What happened? I remember my dad cutting her eyes out and blood squirting out. Then he grabbed his saw and drew lines on her body and started cutting them very slowly,letting the blood pour onto his face and then I screamed. "It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I tell myself and pinched myself and felt it. I was not dreaming. "Mary!" my dad yelled and I ran upstairs. "Where have you been?" he asked. "I was looking for Mary! I didn't mean to go down there daddy. Please don't hurt me." I cry. I was in a little girls body. "She had to go sweetie." my dad said and then I saw fire in his eyes and then he grabbed me. In a devilish voice he yelled "You're next!" I screamed. Mary wasn't a little girl. It was my mom. He killed my mom and now he's going to do the same to me.
The next thing I new I was at a funeral. It was a funeral for two people. Mary and Mary Smith. "Mary!" I hugged my mom and we cried. "Where are we?" I asked. "Our future." she says and then I saw a bright light. "What's that?" I asked. I remember the books I read and I realized what was going on. "We're crossing over." My mom says and took my hand and we walked into the light. We were finally safe an sound. No more worries. Then I appeared on the pavement with my backpack over my shoulder. As i was walking, I saw a little girl running and she bumped into me. We both screamed.
I gave the girl some water and she chugged it down within 5 seconds. "Did you dad do this to you?" I ask. She nods her head and I refilled her cup. "I have to call the cops." I tell her. "Don't! I don't want you to get hurt too." the girl said and I sighed. "Why aren't you in school?" I ask. "Dad doesn't want me to be out the house. He doesn't want me to escape." I had my eyes wide open. "Do you live around here?" I ask. She nods her head. "Where do you live sweetie?" I ask. "Here." she says and points to a picture. That was me 8 years ago. "That's Impossible. I have lived here my whole life." I say. Where is my dad? He's probably at work too. "I lived here my whole life too. My mommy.. That's her." she says pointing at a picture of MY mom. "That's my mom." I say and the little girl frowns.
Who is she? Why is she saying that she lives in my house? I don't have any siblings. Do I? No, my dad would've told me. "I'm going to go see of my dad is home stay here." I say. "My name is Mary." she says. "That's my name." I say stopping at the 5th step. "No it's mine." the girl snapped. "Don't go upstairs!" she yelled and then my dad walked out of his room. "I thought I told you not to go wandering around!" My dad yelled. "I just came from school." I say. My father walked down the stairs. He didn't even notice men standing right there but the little girl. He slapped her and the girl, Mary, fell on to the floor with blood dripping from her mouth. "Dad why did you just hit that little girl?" I ask him but he didn't answer me.
My father kicked the girl hard against her ribcage and the girl screamed in pain. I felt it too. "Daddy?" I cried but he didn't listen to me. Then he went into the kitchen, leaving Mary crying, in pain,on the floor. I ran down to her. "Why can't my dad see me?" I ask and then he came back with duct tape and a knife.
I followed my dad down into the basement with Mary over his shoulder. "I'm scared." she cried. "It's going to be all right." I lie. I know what he's going to do and I can't do anything to stop him. "Dad? Can you hear me?" I ask and he doesn't respond. Instead, he placed Mary on the wooden table mom bought last week.
He ties Mary on the table and went to look for his tool box. He wouldn't. I tried to untie Mary but he tied her too tight. Dad came back 5 minutes later with his tools. Mary started to struggle and the my dad punched her. She blacked out. I did as well.
I woke up and I see Mary's eyes missing. I tried not to scream but I did. What did he do to her? I stood up and noticed I was covered in blood. The whole floor was covered in blood. I cried as I saw that half of her body was under a towel. I slowly pulled the covers off and screamed. Her body was dissected in to pieces. What happened? I remember my dad cutting her eyes out and blood squirting out. Then he grabbed his saw and drew lines on her body and started cutting them very slowly,letting the blood pour onto his face and then I screamed. "It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I tell myself and pinched myself and felt it. I was not dreaming. "Mary!" my dad yelled and I ran upstairs. "Where have you been?" he asked. "I was looking for Mary! I didn't mean to go down there daddy. Please don't hurt me." I cry. I was in a little girls body. "She had to go sweetie." my dad said and then I saw fire in his eyes and then he grabbed me. In a devilish voice he yelled "You're next!" I screamed. Mary wasn't a little girl. It was my mom. He killed my mom and now he's going to do the same to me.
The next thing I new I was at a funeral. It was a funeral for two people. Mary and Mary Smith. "Mary!" I hugged my mom and we cried. "Where are we?" I asked. "Our future." she says and then I saw a bright light. "What's that?" I asked. I remember the books I read and I realized what was going on. "We're crossing over." My mom says and took my hand and we walked into the light. We were finally safe an sound. No more worries. Then I appeared on the pavement with my backpack over my shoulder. As i was walking, I saw a little girl running and she bumped into me. We both screamed.
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