satans princess

witch bitch

"what? you're not happy to see me?" he smirked

"of course i didnt" i returned his gesture

i thought this was done with. after i knocked him out my dad dropped him off at the bar to make it seem like he was drunk. later i got a call saying he wouldnt wake up and was addmitted to the hospitol with a coma.

so why is he here?

"That's no way to treat your... bestfriend .....now is it?"

"we're not bestfriends and how did you get in my house? why arent you dead?"

"oh carley. carley carley carley. sweetcakes you cant kill me"

"and why not? you're hum-"

"WRONG" he laughed, "i guess daddy didnt tell you about me"

'daddy? where are you?"

no reply

"daddy? where are you?" i heard jason mock me

"fuck off bitch" i yelled

"actually i prefer, witch. its just like you though, cowering behind 'daddy'"

"witch? arent witches girls?" elizabeth asked clearly confused

"no." he snapped and glared at her

"no need to PMS i just asked" she rolled her eyes

"keep it up blondie and you die first"

she hushed and he smiled in triumph

until she spoke again

"Jokes on you fucking dipshit i'm already dead" she burst out laughing

"what?" emma yelled "how are you dead?"

jasons eyes scanned over and he smirked

"emma. emily jane smith. i've heard so much about you"

"how?" she scoffed

"does the name thomas cleo james Ⅲ mean anything to you?"

"grandpa tom?" she cowered away and fell into a corner face full of shock

"one down three to go" he smirked

"Giselle. Giselle Rose Daniels. i know how you feel"

"you know nothing about me" she spat

"oh but i do. duties first giselle last. you went from Nates little sister to gets a smaller room than his whores.

from daddys little princess to not now giselle cant you see i'm doing something important

and lastly from mommy loves you my beautiful ellie to be more like her or her or her

see giselle, i do know how you cry in your room every night and-"

"enough" she screamed and ran out of the room

"two down, two to go"

"elizabeth. elizabeth marie sanders right? like the late georgia marie sanders. your grandma aye? if i recall correctly, the same nursing home she died in you blew up. how she die? ummm ummm being abused right? just tell me when i'm wron-"

"okay you win, you win alright? please stop" she begged on her knees crying

"fair enough 3 down, the easiest one left"

"Carley grace. never had a 'last name' when you were 8 you were snatched from you mothers arms. forced to live in hell with your dad. picked on everyday because you werent as 'evil' as the others. crying everyday. i want my mommy, i want my mommy until one day when you were what? 15? a little demon snuck in you room and almost had his way with you"

"Yah. and?"

i really wanted to coward like the rest of them did but i couldnt. i spent enough years cowering behind people

"you act like you dont care but its killing you. how you only see your mother once every other dead body that you kill and toss to the side. hmmmm maybe thats why she asked them to take you with your father"

"thats not true" i yell but i'm really assuring myself

"but it is. carley you've killed like 10 people, she knew you were evil"

"my mother loved me" i collapse to the floor and rock back and forth

my mother loved me

my mother loved me

my mother loved me