Let me tell you my story.

How it happened.

When it all started





* 10 years earlier *

I sat on the porch swing, swinging my feet back and forth. My mom came out and sit next to me. "Hey sweety." she smiled at me. I looked at her.
She does not love you.


I winced. “Are you okay?” Mamana asked
saw men
Mouth speaking but was cut off by the voices.
Don't listen to them. She is about to hurt you.

"She's not going to ..." I whisper. “What?” Mommy inclines her head. "What are you talking about? What's going on?" I shake my head. "Nothi-"
Kill her.

I stop speaking my mouth openly. I shake my head. “No!” Mommy looks me in the eye. "No what? Are you okay?"

Kill her.

I shake my head.

Do it.

I shake my head again. "No .." I whisper.

Do it, scissors.

She always called me that. Scissors.

Take the knife. It's in your pants.

I run my hand over my jeans, into my back pocket. Sure enough, it was a tiny pocket knife. It fit my little hand perfectly.

Well, scissors. She will be there soon. You can do it.
I'll leaf through it openly, then bring the knife in front of me. Mommy jumps and grabs the knife, but it cuts through her hand instead. "Give me the knife."

Don't give it to her. She will use it against you.

“No!” I shake my head. She grabs for it, and she successfully gets it, even though she cuts her hand one more time. Your blood drips on my hand, my jeans, and the swing.

Lick it.

I bring my hand to my mouth and slowly lick all the blood from it. "God ..." Mom whispered to go in!

Don't listen to them.

Mama gives me a bad face, then picks me up. I kick and scream. "Let me down!"

Bite.

I bring my head down and bite her hand. Mama, but holds the tighter. She takes me to my room. "Stay! It's time for bed!" I nod. "Okay mommy."

You should have done it when you got the chance.

"But I love her."

She does not love you.

"Yes she does."

No she does not. Leaving. Leave the room.

"But mommy says it's time for bed"

I said to leave. It's only 7:30.


I got up and opened the door. I wandered into the living room and I heard talking. I hid behind the wall and listened to the conversation.

“You didn't see her!” Mama screamed. "She's only five!"
“I don't know what you did wrong!” Papa yelled.
"God damn it! She had a knife. Knife !, and she was talking to herself. Shaking her head and saying no. Something wrong is David!"
"What should we do!"
“Get her some help.” Mommy says, calm down.
“She's too young.” Dad said, looking scared.
"She licked my blood! Damn it! Why can't you just let her get the help she needs!"
“She doesn't need to help!” He screamed, always on her face."She did need help!"
“She doesn't!” Papa shouted, shook, “She doesn't need any help!”
"I'll take it tomorrow. We're going."
Papa froze. "What?"
"We go."
"You can't get her away from me."
“Oh yeah? Look at me.” Mom turned and I duck my face behind the corner. That's when I heaerd screams.
I reached around the corner and a shadow tore my mom and dad apart. Blood was everywhere and I chocked in a sob.

“Mom and Dad!” I screamed.

Don't go near it. You had your chance. We have it for you ...