3 days before monday (jade the killer) creepypasta

At first

Hi my names Jade im going to tell you my story. You better listen carefully because im not saying it again.

When i was born everyone looked at me as a wonderful baby girl. That i was born to do great things. That is until age 6 but we will get there soon. My dad he was the most amazing person to me he was my world. Of course he would push me in the swing and buy me toys. Also have me ride on his shoulders as he would call me princess. Save me from the bullys that would want to hurt me it was the most perfect life. He use to sit in a chair everynight and reading me storys. I had my daddy and he was all i needed.

I turned 6 everything was perfect,happy life. But one day out of the blue my daddy got a call. The one person he loved the most dads father had passed away. Everything changed of course at the time i didnt know what was going on i didnt know the dad i had that before i would never see again. A month had pass by he stopped reading me storys and pushing me on the swing.
But he hasnt stopped everything yet. Another 2 months passed by he wasnt the dad from the past. He would stop hugging me, looking at me and stopped everything it was like he didnt like me anymore. I didnt want to believe it I didnt want my dad to leave me. So i ran as fast as i could up the stairs of the big house and into my dads room. I ran infront of him and started crying. I asked how come you dont love me anymore. How come your diffrent daddy your mean i just want you to hug me dad and to be happy. He wasnt listening so i screamed what i saw at that moment was pure horror. My dad grabbed me and hit me and started to draged me down the stairs by my legs. I kicked and moved as much as i could but i just couldnt get free. He dragged me down to the basement and took of his belt and whiped me over and over and over again till i couldnt move anymore. my back, face, my hole body was bloody. I couldnt cry all i could do was lay there and listen. As he said to me its all your fault your fault hes dead.