Jane's parents push her to the edge. They tainted her, destroyed her, broke her. So. She did the only thing she could, and killed them, unfortunately Jane was caught and taken to Maryann Mental Hospital. You think she was broken enough am I righ...
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I want to leave this place, I have to leave this place, they don't love me, they're lying.
Crack!
They're lying
I crack my finger once again to calm down, but it's not really working for me this time. Of course it wouldn't, I'm strapped to a chair, in a basement, it's freezing, there's blood everywhere, but I'm used to seeing it, and sometimes I can't help the urge to lick it off the wall, off the floor, off of me, to just taste it, I haven't eaten a proper meal since I started to age, that's probably why I want to lick the blood, I'm starving. Why are they doing this to me, I did nothing wrong, I've been polite, did good in school, and I was never disrespectful, and still all they say is "you're worthless!", " a mistake!", "what did we do to get an accident like you?!", "what won't you die already!". I've learned to stop crying and endure the pain, now all I do is stare off into the distance, not feeling a single thing, I'm emotionless, if you look into my eyes you'll think I'm dead because they look as lifeless as a wilting flower.
Suddenly
I heard the door open, and stairs creek, I tense knowing exactly who it is, or...should I say who they are. "Why are you still here" my so called mom said "We need you gone" my wannabe father stated, at this point I didn't really care about what they did to me,I barely feel pain anymore so why not just take a nap, and let them do their thing I guess. ~20 minutes~
They we're angry when that didn't get screams from her, not even a yelp, all they heard were snores, and that angered them even more, Charlotte's( Jane's mom)hand grazed her face harshly, waking Jane up in an instant, Charlotte slapped Jane once more before grabbing her pocket knife, stabbing her in her hand, "ow" I let out a fake cry so that can get the " satisfactory" they oh so desire, I still manage to crack my index finger to clam down the urges of talking out the side of my neck, my "father" walks to the side of the room to pick out a loose brick in the wall, walking back to me with a sinister smile planted on his face. From my observation the brick looked like it weighted more than 10 pounds, their going to break a bone I thought, I mentally prepared myself for the impact cracking another finger in the process, it's a habit that I do when ever I'm angry or need to calm down, and when I'm nervous or bored, but in this case it's different I'm cracking my fingers out of excitement? I've gone mad, I'm excited about getting a bone broken that's new I thought
Suddenly, the brick dropped
Not on my foot
Not on my hand
Not on my leg
But on my head
This is the only time I smiled because of something they did, everything went numb from the ache in my head to the bruises on my feet, I felt nothing, and that made me smile
