Abusive Killer

A tear stained her face. She stood there, taking the abuse of her father. She took the beatings, the things thrown at her, everything. Nothing bothered her.

 She looked up to her drunken mother every time her father hit her. But her mother sat, watching.

 When she turned 16, she decided she had had enough. She decided it was time to end it.

 One night, a full moon lit her house. She quietly came out of her room, making not a single sound. She sneaked to the kitchen. She slowly and quietly opened a drawer. She looked inside the drawer and smile. She picked up a carving knife and looked at it. She looked at her reflection and whispered, "It's time to end it all."

 She quietly and slowly crept to her parents' room. She slowly opened the door. There was movement so she stopped and waited. When the moving stopped, she came in and closed the door quietly.

 She walked quietly to her father's side. She lifted the knife up and down it went into his flesh! Blood splattered everywhere. He opened his eyes and said, "Why?" She looked him in the eyes and said proudly, "I'm through with your crap, father. I hope you rot in Hell." She took the knife out and watched her father slowly die before her eyes.

 She smiled when his chest stopped moving. She slowly went over to her mother's side. She looked down at her mother. She slept through everything. And now she was gonna sleep forever.

 She lifted the knife slowly. Her mother opened her eyes and screamed. The girl stabbed her stomach and continued stabbing her. "Why?" her mother screamed. The girl stopped stabbing and said, "You just sat there and watched as he hit me, as he threw me! YOU DID NOTHING!" With her final words, she stabbed her mother in the heart and her mother died instantly.

 The girl stood over her dead parents. She smiled and started laughing. "This is just a dream. They aren't dead. I didn't kill them. When I wake up, they'll still be hitting me and throwing me. Just wait."

 The next morning, the girl went into her parents room and saw that they were dead. The girl broke down and started crying. "What have I done?" she asked herself. She realized they were dead, gone for good. She cried even more.

 When she calmed down, she went to the kitchen. She stood in front of the drawer of knives and looked at her self. She was covered in blood. She started laughing as she opened the drawer. "Suicide isn't cowardly. It's natural." She started laughing even more. She took out the carving knife and looked at it. She smiled as she cut her wrist. She watched the blood roll down her arm and drop onto the floor.

 "The pain... it feels so good... it feels so right..." She slowly put the knife up to her throat and said, "What's left for me? Nothing! Absolutly nothing! The pain is still here, the scars, everything. And I hate being reminded. Especially of this fucked up life!" With her last words, she slit her throat. Her dead body fell to the ground and she bleed out on the kitchen floor...