The Black Haired Girl

Chapter 1

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"Mommy"

Shatter glass covers the floor. As I move closer, the terrifying sight revels itself. Mom laying on the floor mouth spred open, filled with streaming blood. Bite marks and ripped flesh was all over her body. As I moved closer daddy, sister and everyone walked in. Shock on their face, they to turn their heads to me.

"You Murder"! Sister yelled.

'Murder...'?

My mouth was filled with flesh and blood. My hands and clothes were stained with blood. Before i knew it daddy grabbed me by my arm yanking me into the wall, hitting my back. I laid on the floor watching daddy look at mommy. She was a puppet laying down but daddy kept calling her name. Why is he calling her name? Mom is not responding. He turned his head to me.

"Your a monster"!

'Monster?..

I jolt from my slumber, pulling my hair with much force. Foot steps ringing in my ear.

'That again'

That memory haunts me. It never changes. What happened that day can never be fixed. I killed my mom. My thirst for her blood overpowered me at a young age. I had no control. I was only 3 years old yet I was treated like a 50 year old charged with manslaughter. I was beaten, brusied and tortured. Only because I was a monster...And now 11, its the same story.

"Stop looking at the ground and get up! Food is ready!"

The old hag yelled through my door window. Her stank breath leaving a white fog. She's normally the one slamming her fist into my skull every morning. Saying I never do right and I deserve to die. I sigh and got out of my bed walking into the bathroom. The Walls were covered in mold and rust. How can the employes live in a place like this themselves? I can see how us kids having to stay in this nasty place. But what about them? Do they like it? Or is it just for the low paycheck they get every 2 weeks? But even if it was for money. I'd rather be broke and homeless than to be in a place where physically and mentally hurting kids was a number 1 choice. I brushed my teeth to than head downstairs into the cafeteria.

"Food is ready so hurry up"! The old hag screamed.

I rushed to take my seat before the hag hit me across my face again. Everyone was seated. The new kids were waiting to be served atleast a decent meal. Well their wrong. The food here is as bad as garbage. It probably is from the garbage. Rarely anybody eats it. Only do they start eating until the maids shoves it down their throats. I force myself to eat. I rather have that than to almost loose my life from choking. But it's not easy. Every bite is a second from throwing it back out. It's agonizing. I feel like starving sometimes is better. However I heard it's worse. But through my tears and groaning I finally finish plate.

"Once your done eating go outside and play".

To play? More like just sit there to me. There's no playground. The only thing you can do is play tag, talk or sit. Besides I think tag is a little childish for my age. I wasn't the only one who thought that. A boy did too. He and I seemed to think alike in a sense. We never talked to each other before though. Boys and girls were separated from each other. Girls on one side of building while boys on other. He seemed quite nice. I'm just to busy on my own problems to be worrying about anyone else. I walk outside to the backyard of the building. I sit on the spiked grass. I wonder about how life would have been if I was not who I am today. If a better life waited for me behind a closed door.