STRINGED CORPSE

PROLOGUE

My eyes wandered around the house.

It was dark........a place that I know everyone will hate.

The paints are flaking and falling on the ground, making it more look like a horrible flats.

actually.........it was my own demonic house.
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Dust scattered around.

The magnificent brown tiled floor are now covered with white cement.

Three brown couch in the living room......are dusty and its sheets are brutally torn apart.

Broken television on the floor....with its shattered shards of glasses and some part of it spread on the floor.

Old rusty cracked mirror is facing the doorway on the kitchen, liked the floor......it was also covered with dust.

Looking at it make me jump.It looks like someone will appear inside the mirror....it looks so haunted.
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I can see my own reflection....a filthy rugged teenage girl stare at me.........she looks like me but she is now bathing on her own blood........blood drips on her chest because of a stick violently pushed down on her chest.

Her blood spills on the floor.....when I nod.....she also nod.
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yeah.....it's me.......I can't recognize myself.

Every inch of my body has bruises. My back is stinging like hell....huge burns are visible and some dry wound.......

my back was also soaked with my own blood.

The house was actually huge,......a damn huge demonic mansion.

Huge dusty paintings hangs on the walls.

Wooden saints are scattered on the floor......broken.
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It's a total mess.

I'm so disgusted whenever I saw those wooden fake saints with their oh so fuck up eyes glaring at me.

I don't believe in such a crap myths.
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god?? Saint??

Sounds awful!!!!

Every part of the house are quiet.......I don't know where they are......maybe.........hiding like a cockroach and got pee on their pants.

I climbed at the stair....leaving my hair hanging in my head in a messy way....I'm so tired ........making my moves slow and quiet,
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making sure that no one can hear me.

I don't want to make a step that I will regret later................I'm afraid to be drag again and get sewn in a cold sewing machine up there in the attic.

My hands are trembling...............sending cold feelings on my nerves.
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I can't breath!! I need air!!!

Tears fall on my eyes.

How can be a perfect family ended like this??!!

My mind is screaming for peaceful night and normal day.

I want to live!!! hell!!!! I'm just 16!!!

I have so many things to do....many things that I really like to do.....things that I want to have.....things that I know I wont reach.
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hell!!! I'm dying..

My heart is tearing apart....shards of glass are pierced on my back and a barbecue stick is buried on my chest pinning my right lung on the back of my flesh.

Muffled scream escaped on my mouth when someone drag me and pull me down the stair and we enter a cabinet inside a spiral staircase.

"*giggle* found you!!!"

A nonstop giggle echoed inside a dark pitch cabinet where we are hiding.

"where's daddy?? *cough*"

Blood rushed out of my mouth as I coughed.

I asked her........where is that ugly old rugged egocentric psychopath??? if I do have enough strength I swear!!! I will strangle him to death. I will chop him into pulp and burn him alive!!!

"*giggle* up there......making ugly dolls with his huge haunted cold sewing machine and guess what?? *chuckle* the boy with a blond hair next door is next"

My eyes grow wider......no!!!!

I exit myself on the cabinet and walk slowly as I hold my chest to put pressure on it.

" hey......where are you going??"

she whispered......I didn't turn my head on her....I just walk ...I won't let anyone get hurt again, not my friend.......not them...........I won't let that psychopath lay his filthy hands on them.

NEVER!!!!