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Mother always told me to look my very best. That's why daddy killed her I suppose. Gave her a literal beating with a broom. Tied my siblings and I to chairs and taped our mouth shut with duck tape ad threatened that if one of us spoke or moved all of us would be whipped. Unfortunately Chesellakit couldn't keep her mouth shut. The little brat screwed us all over with her annoying crying so that's where the recent bruises on my back came from. Now no one talks to her. That's not an easy thing to go through around here. I hate to admit it myself but eachother is how we survive. If you don't have friends and everyone hates you you're probably going to kill yourself. We've had several siblings like that. Infact one of them was a good friend of mine. Her name was Chessile Pricknett and she was just gorgeous. I feel like thprettiest thing about her was her smile. But boy, was she envied. And being envied in this household is probably one of the most scariest things you can be. Every girl is constantly competing to be the most beautiful. We have a scale called the Perfection Rating. I rate #72 out of all 400 girls so that's pretty decent I suppose. The ugliest #400 is Helga Pricknett is ignored the hell out of and constantly mocked to the point that her own name is used as an insult. I'm surprised she hasn't killed herself yet. She's a tall short haired brunett weighing 115 pounds with five pimples spotted on her cheeks and a whole lot of freckles. The top rating #1 is always the one in most danger. Currently it's Sharlepne Pricknett. She's truly a brat. Ever since the death of mother Daddy's the one doing the ratings. This was two months ago. The funny thing is ever since I was born my rating has never changed, not once. And I'm thankful for that because If I did even once I would be despised be so many. Most of my friends have died but when they were alive we would plot escape. It was top secret no one had the slightest suspicion of any of it. We were extremely cautious. We were the only ones who had that idea on top of it. Now the only friend I have left is rated #52 and her name is Lizzie-Larette Pricknett but I always call her Liz. She's very pretty, just not pretty enough to be considered anything in the 20-30 range. Those girls are the ones that are constantly changing but if you're lucky enough to be one at least once you're worshipped for that one time period. Anyways, Liz has purple ad blue dyed hair, braces, and the most envied eyebrows. Her makeup is rated #3. Her face and skin are absolutely flawless. The only thong holding her back from being rated anything higher is her style. Liz goes by this philosophy that her style represents who she is and how she feels. She takes it extremely serious to the point she threatened to kill everyone one day since they were trying to change her clothes. It was pretty funny actually, and that's how we met too. I was the only one that understood what she was going through. She sees clothing as a way of self expression and solace. It's what makes her happy. I told her I appreciates what she did and explained my similar story. I've always seen veils as a solace, I place I could call home. On my fifth birthday mother got me a veil. A beautiful long black one. It was my only comfort. It became me. I started collecting them since then. We're not allowed out the ever but we are allowed to order things inline under the supervision if Mother or Daddy. Well now it's just Daddy. Cold as it may sound I don't miss Mother at all. She was never really around. She was always out making love to someone else, selling drugs, and bringing hone other little siblings and beauty supplies. The only times I really remember her talking t me in particular was on my fifth birthday wen she got me the veil and on m recent 16th birthday when she repeatedly told me to always look my very best but she only repeated because she was drunk and Jesus Christ was she annoying. My thoughts were broken. My forehead was tapped. I looked up to see Liz. I got up and followed her and we snuck out our room. Our room is based upon our ratings ad since I'm In the 70-80 ratings room and Liz is in the 50-60 we have to sneak out to see each other. That's what we all used t do when they were alive. The mansion at this time of night is always dark and quiet but we've grown adapt to sneaking around without being caught. And were never caught. And that's mostly because no one cares really. Everyone's out doing their own thing and if anyone tries to escape the alarm goes off and everyone gets beaten. And that's exactly why we never get caught. No one expects or suspects anything. The last girls who tried to escape was a few decades ago. After they were beat they mysteriously disappeared. We found the place they escaped. They called themselves the night sisters. We know this because they recorded everything im their diary. We continue the night sisters as tradition ad record everything in our diary. "Snap out of it, Lola!" I open m eyes to see we're in the basement. Atleast it seemed as If I opened them. I'm not sure what was going on. "You're always in this like-trance. What are you constantly thinking about?" she looked at m with concerned eyes. She always addressed this. I knew I had a problem but there was nothing I could do to fix it so I hated whenever she brought it up. "Not going to answer?" She squeezed a cigarette in between two fingers and stuck it in between her lips. I rolled her eyes. "You're not being cool Liz. I know you miss Alariette but you don't was have to be her. Besides that stuff ain't good for you." She puffed out smoke and smiled but the look in her eyes revealed what she tried to hide with that fake smirk of hers. Just as I predicted, doubt, fear, and sadness. "Why would I care if she's dead?" I shook my head. "Whatever. Kill yourself and leave me all alone to kill myself too" She gave me a look that pretty much said, "How dare you" "You're selfish sometimes" she placed it back in her mouth. "I'mdnot the one being selfish. You're going to get addicted to ta crap you're going to die just like her. But you d want that wouldn't you?" She made a pouting face but se had nothing to say. She knew what I said was true and she knew why. After a few moments she lay on my lap and spat out the cigarette. "I can't wait til we leave this hell" she whispered. "If you don't die of lung cancer before then" she ignored my remark. "It'll just be you and me. We'll free to do whatever we want" after a moment added with awe, "Be whoever want" "Be ourselves" I added. "Do you even know who you are anymore?" she asked. I stared a the candle that lit some of the basement. "No. I'll find it though and when I do I'll fight for it" I did though, I just didn't want to say it. I am a veil. She wouldn't understand if I told her. Shed probably laugh. "I want to be a fashion designer. I want to inspire people with my styles. I already know how to sew and knit and crochet. I think I could. Do you think so?" I wanted to reply but something held me back. If I said what I wanted to she simply wouldn't understand. I had to rephrase it. "Okay" was what came out. " I know you have more to say to me, I'm not stupid" I smiled. "Eh, you're a little slow" She slaps me across the shoulder. I start to laugh but catch myself, remembering we have to be quiet. "We should go, c'mon" Exclaimed Liz. "Yeah" She got up and so did I. All I had to do was follow Liz's shadow and footsteps. I rarely paid attention. Just as we were about to leave a thought came to mind. I ran back in she whirled around just as I picked up the candle and blew it out. She breathed out in obvious relief. With Liz her emotions we're always shown. "Thank God" she smiled, genuinely. A change for her. "Don't thank someone you don't even believe in" I said an signaled for her to keep moving. Liz stopped believing awhile ago. She turned agnostic. A lot of them did. They think I'm still Catholic, I just prefer not to tell them my religion because they wouldn't understand. "Night Lola" a voice whispered in my ear. I looked up to see a door close. I was in my room. Was I really that spaced out? I didn't notice a thing. I saw a group of girls doing each other's makeup and laughing. I lay on my bed and got out my phone. My case was a hard black one. It was the only case anyone could afford at the time in my 15th birthday I got it. I went on my Instagram. It was a private account where I could only accept follows from residents of the mansion. We know they are because everyone's name has to end with "pricknettpride" and then our rating. It's retarded. Mine is Lola_PricknettPride72 so yay for me I'm officially a member of a mansion that tortures 400 children day by day. I take a yellow veil off the side of my bed and place it on head. I fix my dyed red hair in a braid to the side. My hair is natrully black but K constantly dye it red though the black always comes in so yes it's black and red for now at least. I stand in front of a lighting and hold the camera above me. I tilt my head and sort of smile and I take the picture. As I scroll through to pick a filter I hear my name called and jump. "Aye! Lola!" I turn to see a few girls giggling and calling my name. "Creepy veil girl! Do my hair, dye it red" commanded a girl with hair the color of straw. The thing was, I didn't want to do anything for this person and I didn't have to. If she bothered me again I'd probably kill her. I had all t right torture materials underneath my bed and I knew how to use them. That's why most stray away from me. They know from past experience my sadistic antics. I didn't like this at all. What were they doing? I pulled out the knife from underneath my pillow. "Excuse me?" They all laughed manically. I had a sudden urge and couldn't rest until it was fulfilled. Closer I moved towards her yet the laughing only progressed. I held the knife to her throat and moved in a bit more so it would bleed. Blood slowly dripped down her neck. Red as a ruby stone. "Freak! What were you doing, trying to kill me!" I let go. "Your rating is lower than mine so yes, it'd be legal." I replied. "Liar, let me see your arm" We get our numbers tattooed on our arms. I rolled up my black lacy sleeve. As soon as she saw it she was filled with horror clear on her face. "Yours?" I demanded. She glared at me as she stretched out her arm revealing 73. I wanted to laugh at how close it was, but somehow contained it. "I believe you owe me an apology." I requested. "I owe you nothing. Just go hide behind your little veil a be weird somewhere else." was her reply. It was at that instant, something inside me snapped. J hated being called "weird" in a literal sense with which comparing it to my veil. I absolutely loathed it because it was one of the things that hurt most. "You listen to me very carefully 73, because it'll be the last thing hear. My veils are not something that should ever come up in a negative way affiliated with you!" In sudden rage, I held on tight to wooden handle of the knife and stuck it right in her stomach. She shrieked as blood shot out of her stomach. She started to cough which lead to puking. She was on the floor puking. Whispers started to grow around the room. I stabbed at her back. Her head shot up and she shrieked once more. Blood filled her mouth a tears were streaming down her eyes. I was going for the neck when a hand stopped me. "That's enough, we get it, we won't mess with your veils again. Keep going and you'll kill the poor girl." Her words only sparked more anger in me. "That's the idea. Keep talking and you'll be just like her" I replied. " Fine, I'm not afraid of you. Carsella just doesn't want to hurt anyone, she's much stronger than you'll ever be." She was just a distraction, I soon realized. Carsella grabbed my foot but I kicked her off and reached down to cut it off. Just as blade reached bone, I felt a kick in my back sending me down. My face hit the floor and scraped across scratching my cheek and the side of my nose. The pain shot through my body in a single shot and kept me down for a. moment. One moment was al I needed. I pushed myself up and slid my knife down my attackers face leaving a red line from just under the right eye, across the nose and finally the left side of her lip. She screamed, but it was obviously exaggerated so if she was seeking pity all she was coming across as was annoying. "YOU B**CH, YOU RUINED MY FACE!!! NOW I'M GOING TO DROP SO MANY RATINGS! AFTER ALL MY HARD WORK, ALL THE SURGERIES I HAD DONE ON MT FACE! AND..." She broke into a screaming rant. Some of her friends came over to try and comfort her. "GET THE F**K AWAY FROM ME YOU WH**ES!" she began slap them and I couldn't help but giggling at least. It was wildly hilarious her friends all left the room. "Now that I'm ugly, I can't live anymore! It's all YOUR fault you piece of sh*t you. f**ed up my face and made m hideous!" she grabbed the knife from my hand with such force I was scared for a moment. Then she took a breath, closed her eyes, letting a fall out and stabbed her own chest. The whole room grew silent. She screamed out tears fell down hurricanes. She stabbed herself again. I saw some people taking videos of it and laughing. She stabbed again and then fainted, falling right beside the friend she stood up for. The other took the knife out of the dying friends back and started tl repeatedly stab her own. Blood spilled out of her mouth. The sight of it all gave me a feeling of puking myself. The room begin to full with voices now as if nothing has happened. Suicide around here was so common everyone was used to it and the people for the most part were just forgotten. I could never get used to them however. Especially now that I was the one who caused it. I've gotten into fights before infact all the time when I was 11. Infact that's how I earned my reputation. But killed someone, never. Atleast not til now. I didn't expect her kill herself, but that doesn't change the fact of what I actually did. I lost my innocence In protecting my veil. I killed for my veil. She killed herself standing for her friend and I killed someone standing up for myself. This just proves how lonely I truly am. And it's not the, "Nobody cares selfish pitiful lonely. It's the cold... my thoughts are interrupted as Liz enters the room. She stares at the corps then at me then at the corps again and me again. Then she gives me this look. It wasn't like any look I've given before. It was this ice cold look, one that made me feel feverish. It was a look of disappointment and hurt. She started to walk away. I desperately wanted to follow her but it was that look that held me back and planted my feet to the ground. There was nothing to say and nothing to do so why was I just standing there in guilt? It was because I was guilty, that was the truth and there was no denying it. I crawled back into my bed, suffocated my whole face in my pillow and broke out bawling. Tear after tear hit the surface of my veil. I dug my nails into it. I could feel the hating faces of the dead bodies friends glaring down at me. What were they going to do? Kill me? I dug it in even deeper. Crying made me ugly but that's what I wanted. Maybe if I was a Helga I wouldn't have to deal with all this competition bullsh*t. It was in that way I envied her. Shes always been the lowest so she doesn't have to deal with the stress of being the highest. She wasn't even that ugly my opinion. Shed fit right in with society...out there. God only knows what it's like out there. To be one of them. I wonder if Helga ever thought the same thing. I'd want to talk to her. "Tommorow" I thought. "Tomorrow I'll talk to her." I smiled a the thought of making a new friend. It relaxed me enough to dry my tears and get some rest. Yes, I'm that lonely. I look up to see an unhealthily skinny, freakishly palel and oddly tall man wearing the scrawniest glasses. His jawline was like an elbow. As he open he mouth to speak yellow teeth popped out. Something about him made me feel extremely uncomfortable, as if I just wanted to run away from him. "Your transaction miss?" he asked. He thin brown hair was pushed back with his hand only to fall right back into place. His eyebrow was raised. It was a very large eyebrow. The other one was a bit thinner. The thinner one begin to arch as the larger fell again and I shuddered. It just wasn't right. I looked around to see a line of people behind me. They waited expectantly and bored. I soon came t the realization I was at the bank. "Miss?" he repeated. I flinched and looked up to see his lips curl. They were thin and chapped. My stomach suddenly felt sick. His glasses slid down a bit more to the tip of his large pointy oily nose. I could see a few hairs sticking out. "Your transaction?" I looked on my shoulder to find a purse. Out of the corner o my eye however I saw the line behind me had disappeared. I looked over to the man who closed the window. "You're too late" he said, flatly. He seemed satisfied. I looked in the purse and quickly fished out a wallet but no one was there. "W-wai..." I began but the man wwas gone. I threw the wallet at the wall and screamed. You're too late, echoed in my head. I awake to a chopping sound. It startles me so much I fall out of bed. I look up to see Liz chopping celery by my side. "LIZ WHAT THE HELL!" I screech. I shiver and run out the room. How could she? She knew about my phobia of chopping. I couldn't bare to hear the sound of it or see the sight of it. I started the hyperventilate as I thought of it slowly moving down. I imagined my body parts slowly being chopped off. I started to cry. I shook my head. I was approached with the dreaded sounds. Standing, my legs trembling I grabbed the knife and aimed it at her. "Whoa, watch where you aim it" she looked bewildered. I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and flung it at the wall so hard it left a tiny dent. I looked at her expectantly my eyes flashing. "Well I just assumed since you can almost completely chop off someone's foot you were over your pathetic little fear" even the sound of the word, "chop" made me cringe. "I didn't completely and I wouldn't have." I tried to axt defensive my the guilt took over and my throat filed with pity. I could just hear it again. Each chop sending a shock through my body. I'd slowly die of blood loss. Slowly, chopping one finger. My heartbeat sped up and a tear jerked out. "But you almost did. You killed two people, Lola. We've both agreed noone should have to suffer death I was worried you were becoming like the other ratings. She bit down into a celery. I glared at it. Celery would never be the same again thanks to her. "Doesn't excuse the fact of what you did. A normal person would talk to the person about it. What you just did was extrememly sadistic and it's t truth. There you go, you hit a nerve, I hit a nerve doesn't feel so good bow does it? Atleast I can admit it" I stalked off to the closets. What she did was unforgivable. Even if we did ever get back together I would to forgive her this. What she did was unbelievably cruel. She was too late. The words rang in my head. It sounded vaguely familiar and I struggled to recall. Something about it made me feel sympathetic in the least but at this point it didn't matter. All I remember is the chopping sounds and all pity is gone. I hit something. I look in front of me to see Daddy. I gasp and stand back. He stares at me for the first time. I can see his eyes, dark am foreboding, bark brown. He stares intently at me as if in a daze. He goes touch my veil. On instinct I push away. I immediately regret it as I'm smacked upside the head. I hunch down to the floor and cover my head, shaking. I didn't want all 400 of us beaten for the fault of my own. I wasn't ready to commit suicide I waited expectantly but no pain rushes through me. I dare to look up. There he is still staring. I wondered what he was thinking. "Too late" he said. My heart froze and it seemed as if time did the same. It was in that moment I remembered. I knew what he meant by too late. I knew what it was like to be intimidated by something so much you forget about something of more significance and it's too late t fix what really matters. That's how loneliness is born. I knew that deep down inside he too was all alone. It hit me hard as the moment faded and he walked away and it was too late to do anything about it. That's how I left Liz. But Liz wasn't my concern right now. As I got up, about to head to the closet, I heard the sound of water. It tickled my hearing and gave me an eerie feeling. A feeling that something was not right and I had t follow this sound. It gave me chills as to speak. I followed it down a dark hall, a hall I never knew existed. It was so dark but lit by the large door size glass windows showing the world out there, a world I've inly ever dreamed of. I stopped to gaze only to see a giant gate surrounding the mansion. I walked further down the hall. It was relaxing in a way, like a good place to get away. At the end of the hall t my left was a door. That was where I heard the water. I slowly opened it as if to peer in and see if anyone was inside. I saw a bath tub about to overflow. Though I felt oddly afraid, my feet still carried me inside. I pushed apart of my veil aside and peered over to see Helga tied to the bathtub, drowning. My hands flew up to my mouth in astonishment. I dug into the bathtub to untie her desperately hoping she wasn't dead. The knot was so tight I yanked her head up above the water. She sucked in water and choked. Coughing up water she struggled to open her eyes. She began to puke. I kept holding her head up. She kept puking more and more she blew out snot and choked up water. I knocked her back and opened the drain. She kept choking and crying and wouldn't stop. As the water drained out slowly the choking slowly got better. By the time the water was fully drained she was just coughing. I let go of the back of her head and tried to untie her. Her eyes were extremely red the point I highly doubted she could see at all. "Who is this?" she said in a raspy voice. "Good, you can talk" I repeated in relief. She coughed more."Who?" the poor girls ear must be stuffed as well. I looked around and at the sight of toilet paper grabbed. I rolled some off and tilted her head to a sixe while placed the toilet paper in the ear. She coughed a little more. As I lifted it up the toilet paper was drenched. I threw it away and got out another piece. I tilted it to the other side and continued the process until she could hear what I was saying. "Fola-Lola maybe" she choked out. "Yes! Very good!" I replied. "Poor thing we should get you put of these wet clothes and get you a towel. I'll go to the closet. I'll be right back" she sort of nodded. I rested head slowly back on the faucet and left the bathroom. I ran down the hall didn't stop until I reaches the closets. I pushed my way through a giant neverending crowd of girls doing their makeup and changing. Once I found a full of towel I grabbed a white stringy one that was soft like a baby lambs coat. I grabbed a random shirt ad pants off the floor and some ugg boots just lying around md sped through the crowd this time and ran down the hall with such speed and force. All of a sudden, my backcfoot went the wrong and just as quick I was spiraling downwards. I hit to cold hard grey tile. My bit down hard on my and started to get up. My leg was soar. I limped into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. "Lola?" I heard her spit out. "Yeah, I'm here" I grabbed under her arms and helped her stand. She seemed very weak. I took off her shirt and pants and dried her body. I felt terrible, I could tell she was freezing. My lleg felt numb but I tried to ignore it as I lifted up her arms t put on her shirt. It was covered I freckles and goosebumps. I pulled It on over her. It was unfortunately short sleeved. "Lift up your leg" I told her. She tried to but it was shaking, so I held it for her and pulled on a pant leg. The same went for her other leg. I pulled it up over her waist. The red in her eyes had turned a bit lighter. "Can you see me?" I asked.
