Knox Carson
Knox has never been normal
He's always had that itching feeling in his hands to strangle something... someone
He always had that dark voice in his mind that whispered for him to do bad things.
He's always had anger coursing through his...
"She didn't need to say a word, just seeing her was magic"
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✖️Knox✖️
"Marigold. Come here" I said simply, looking round the room to see if she touched anything "What is this?" She asked, holding her hand out I knew exactly what it was, it was a fucking blood stain I had missed "It's nothing, come here" I said again.
She shook her head, standing up "There... there were pills in that drawer" she said, glancing to the side "Yeah, my dad has to take sleeping pills sometimes" I said He got 'fed up of hearing me bitch and whine' in the night.
He had loads in their bathroom too.
"So why hasn't he took them with him?" She asked "Baby he has loads, now come here" I said again "Your mom's side... she had therapy leaflets in her drawer" she said "Why is she looking at therapy? For teens?" She asked.
"Marigold" I warned "Does she know? That you were stalking me What the fuck is wrong with you Knox? What's going on?" She asked Nothing is wrong with me Mom just couldn't understand She thought it was weird. Dad thought I was weird.
Marigold. She's the only one that saw me for what I am. Saw me as something more than everyone else thought I was. "Nothing is going on. Just come here, we shouldn't be in here" I said "Why?" She asked "Why shouldn't we? Why shouldn't I be doing everything I can to get out of this fucking house?!" She screamed.
"Just get out the fucking room Marigold!" I shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her along with me She tried pulling back, struggling so much I had to cage her in my arms and drag her out.
She shouldn't be in there Mainly because of the blood I still had to get rid of But also because I never went in my parents room It was ingrained in me.
Ever since last time.
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I knocked and knocked But no one answered So I reached as high as I could on my tip toes and pulled the door handle down
Opening my parents door Only to find my dad slumped by the bed with a bottle in his hand Mommy hadn't been back in days And I wanted him to play with me. It was so boring when mommy left.
"Daddy, can you play with me?" I asked He looked up, his eyes ringed red and that look on his face The one that told me I should have never opened the door.
