History: I winced as the needles were pushed into my arm. I saw my mother staring at me, eyeless and depressing. She was dead. My father pushed the needles farther into my porcelain looking skin, and pressed a button. How was this going to destroy my appearance now? I was leaving TOMORROW. I already had blindingly white skin, chiseled black hair and one light, and one dark blue eye. My lips were blood red.
My father only wanted sons, and in my eyes he’s a mad scientist. Hence using his only daughter as a lab rat. Let’s talk, you and me. Once upon a time, I was born. Now, let’s not make this a fairy tale, because it wasn’t. My father was only in it for the boy children. I love my five brothers, I really do, but they had life so much better. My father abused me from the time I was three. That was when I had the first experiment done on me and when my mother became pregnant again. She was going to have a female child once more. My father was outraged and he killed her. Her body is still hanging in the experiment room. I was a freak by my preschool years, and I looked like I do now. I was bullied by many children, one of them being my best friend now. I’m still made to go to school. I’m beat at home and school is paradise to me.
“Silent…” My father laughed my name psychotically. I looked up. My face and skin looked like I had gotten into some party and was thrown glitter on. It was randomly scattered but not too much. It was like my lips; I kinda liked it. The mirror was taken away from me.
“Sir, I think I heard the doorbell ring.” I said sheepishly.
“Oh you did, girl,” he said.
I nodded.
“Must be your new family.” My father snarled and grabbed my arm, taking me up the stairs. I stared at the screen door of the city house.
“Hello,” said the woman at the door. She had long, waist-length brown hair, and strikingly blue eyes. The two boys standing next to her had the same brown hair, only short. Army-cut hair. The man, who must’ve been the father, smiled.
“Hello, Silent. And Mr. Henderson.” The father said.
“Hello, sir.” I say, smiling. A new life, a new chance, was awaiting me the moment I stepped out that door.
“I see you’ve arrived early,” My Father said.
“Yes, Mr. Henderson, we have. We wondered if Silent would like to be picked up today.”
“Ooh, yes please, sir! I’ll go collect my things!” I said happily.
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After my things were collected, the family-MY family, (well, not legally, yet), piled into the nice car. I waved goodbye to My Father, and he waved back with a sinister look that I thought meant more than a simple ‘goodbye.’
I learned my soon-to-be brothers’ names were Shane and Silas, and I liked the fact that all of our names began with S.
As we were in the car, we talked as the parents, (who wanted me to call them Mom and Dad), drove.
We were on the highway when I felt a crash against the car. I turned to see my dad’s big black pickup truck crashing against our car. I felt another lurch, and my head hit the window, and then the world faded to black.`
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I was having a dream. All I heard was a voice saying to ‘kill him’.
I woke up with a start.
“What happened?” I asked.
Someone explained that our car fell off a bridge. I was the only survivor. Shane and Silas had suffered many fatal wounds, along with Mom and Dad. Then I realized: the voice is right. I need to kill him.
I tore out of the room, smelling the smell of disinfectant as I sprinted through the hallways.
I knew what I had to do.
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“Hello, Father…” I said, putting his head out the window. “Are you wondering what I’m doing? This is how I roll.”
I rolled the window up, chopping off his head.