Hey readers,

After a long time, I'm back with a new fanfiction. This one is so different than the others so I really need your advices and ideas on my story.

I'll continue the other fanfictions as well.

English isn't my mother tongue so may you accept my grammer mistakes. You can warn me via DM or reviews.

Hope you enjoy reading.

She is just a girl

and she's on fire...

Hotter than a fantasy

Lonely like a highway

PROLOGUE

Elena, who was only a 11-year-old girl, was playing with her dolls. She never had a peaceful family life as her other friends but she always envied them. All she wished was to have peace. She didn't want her father to make trouble in house every single night. She was so peaceful when he wasn't home and she was with her mother, Isobel.

It was one of that night, which her father and mother had been arguing as usual. But there was something much worse and severer than the arguments they've ever made. John, her father, was so mad at her and she could hear her mother screaming. She threw the dolls on the floor and ran to the room they were having an argument.

"Please, just don't, John! I didn't do anything wrong."

"You, unendurable woman, you manage to annoy me every single day! You wear that innocent mask that you show everything more annoying than it already is. My hatred for you is growing more and more day by day." He looked so tired and he was losing his balance again and again whenever he tried to take a step. He was drunk because he had been drinking all night as he had always done.

She saw her mum crying. "I- we can divorce, then both of us can get rid of this." Isobel bursted out, yelling at his face. "Do you think that I'm satisfied by this? Every single night you come home terribly drunk. It's even a shame to call here 'home'. It's all because of you! You turned our lives into a living hell."

"But then, you would beg me to give you money since you don't have even a job. Huh, you don't know anything, you are nothing!" Then, as he noticed Elena, he pointed at her. "And your little daughter, I don't want to have responsibility any of you!" He yelled out. "Hell? All you've experienced will be nothing compared to what I'll do right now." He roared sarcastically.

Elena was shaking hardly and she suddenly spilled everything she felt out. "Don't touch, mama again! We are so peaceful when you aren't here. You are the one who ruins everything, you take our happiness and peace from us. I hate you, just go away!"

He seemed surprised by her confession. "Oh, little Elena, I didn't know you could actually speak. You are your mother's daughter, bitchy and annoying." He spat out. "I'll gladly leave you.." He came closer to Elena, with a smirk on his face which brought into the open everything he thought at that moment. Elena could smell his stinky breathe. He had a nasty whiff mixed by alcohol and smoke.

Isobel held him by the arm and started begging. "Please don't touch her, kill me or whatever you want but just don't touch or torture her." She continued crying hard, looking at him entreatingly. She didn't know what to do to save her daughter and herself. She really had nothing to do if John left them. She was just a housewife and maybe she could be a maid. Then, she thought if she was going to be able to sleep this night. Her husband was so drunk but he was actually out of control this time.

John started laughing. "Killing you isn't such a bad idea, Harriet. How smart of you."

Elena's mouth opened widely as she heard those words and she knew how serious her father was at that moment. It wasn't something said by temper or it wasn't even an effect of intoxication.

As he reached her mother's neck, he started throttling her. He was as though he lost control of his body and he wasn't thinking properly any more. He just throttled her fragile neck harder and harder till he left her breathless.

"No!" Elena shouted out as she noticed her mother's eyes closing. She rushed to the kitchen to grab a knife. She opened the drawer and grabbed a sharp one. She didn't know what the hell she would do with this though. Her heart was beating too fast and her hand was shaking. As she was back to the room, her mother was trying to survive. She was coughing. "Don't, please!" She started crying harder. She saw John smirking at her victoriously. Then, she ran to him and stabbed the knife in his back. She was shaking as she saw the blood on the knife. John started coughing and fell down. She looked at his face. "Don't touch my mother ever again, you bastard." She yelled out. She tried to seem brave, fearless.. However, it was never easy to hide her feelings although she had been raised in a horrible family. She was a coward. She proved it once again, she was a daredevil ostensibly. However, she was a little coward inside, trying to hide behind the sense of reliance. She saw killing as the easy choice, the safest way.

"She's already dead." He tried to laugh but instead, he coughed and vomitted a bunch of blood to the floor.

As Elena saw her mother lying on the floor, she checked if she was breathing in and out. She chequed her pulse by touching her neck, which was hurt and had deep scars whereon. She started shivering as she noticed her mother was really dead. Her anger beat her brain up. She walked nearer to John. He was still trying to survive. "Since you killed my mother, you deserve to die." She smirked at him, wildly. She wasn't a type of girl who could ever kill someone. Or was she?

He saw the fire in her eyes and it wasn't hard to find out that she was totally serious at that point. He begged. "Elena, I'm your father, you wouldn't do this to me, would you?" He tried to smile as his bloody teeth appeared, tried his last tricks to survive. However, Elena was his daughter. "Just be a good girl and call emergency."

"For you?" Elena laughed. She wasn't acting like a 11-year-old child as she was supposed to be. "It's the last journey of yours, father." She put an emphasis on 'father'. Then, her eyes sparkled in anger. She stabbed his throat, twice. She was actually feeling better, to see him dying. Then, once in his heart to make sure to end his life. As her hands was covered in blood, she threw the bloody knife on the floor and looked at what she made, afterwards her hands. Her vision started blurring. She wasn't aware of what she had just done. She had been never like others, she hadn't had a chance to be normal. Everyone had been sent this world for a mission and it was hers. She didn't know blood will never leave her alone from that moment on. It was the journey that she started by killing her father. She started crying, as she did every night before getting used to killing people, being heartless.

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