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Chapter One

Free

I felt him following me. I tried to keep myself from looking behind myself, it was urging to look. I turned, and to my relief, I saw nothing but street-lights and an empty stretch of road. The occasional house with lights on shone into the night.

I looked at my phone. "Mom's gonna' kill me!" I was running for our apartment when I realized that I didn't want to get home on time.

I snorted. "I'm gonna' get beaten anyways. Why bother?" That's when I heard his voice.

"Why? Why do you feel the pain I do?" I heard him loud and clear.

"W-who are you?" I shouldn't have answered him.

"That is irrelevant to my question, Rose. My question was, 'Do you feel the same pain I do'?" He said it like it was the simplest question ever.

"W-what do you mean?" All was silent. Then I realized the neighbor was watching me the whole time. I dropped my head down and started walking again.

By the time I got home, mom and dad were both gone. My tabby lurched from its place on the couch and dug a long, pointed claw into my arm. I hissed softly and pushed him away. The ball of fur growled and disappeared down the hallway.

"Stupid cat." I headed toward the bathroom and put a Band-Aid on it. I heard the door creek open.

I went to go check who it was because mom and dad wouldn't be home from the bar just yet. I saw the door open to where it was touching the cracking wall. It was silent and still, like time had stopped. My heart was pounding.

I went to get the pistol from the closet. I knew dad kept it on the very top shelf. I opened the sliding door, while turning my head to keep my eye on the door. I was on my tiptoes to reach the top when I heard something metal drop from the top of the closet.

It was a knife with a skull, ribs leading to a bone looking end. I heard something in the kitchen.

I grabbing the knife, I snuck into the kitchen. I heard something coming this way and I quickly stood up and stuck the knife into something hard. I opened my eyes and I saw my dad's frightened face. I noticed that I had stabbed the wall. I saw his face go from scared to pissed off.

He grabbed my shirt and punched me directly in the face. He let me go afterwards. I was tearing up when he let me go. At that moment my mom came around the corner.

"What's wrong dear?" My mom took one look at the wall and backhanded me. I took one look at the stairs at rushed up them.

I sat at the edge of my bed and sat and cried the rest of the night. I still had that knife in my hand. I stared at the sharp edges before I got off of my bed and went down the stairs.

There was so much rage, Five years full of pain that needed to go away.

"Rose, come here!" I gripped the knife until my knuckles paled, put it behind my back and approached my mother and father.

They said that if I didn't clean up my act, they would give me to the orphanage. My body was warm and I started to see red.

I took my knife and thrust it into my dad's shoulder. My mom went for the door; I went for the keys on the table and the gun in the closet.

Once the door was locked, I took the gun.

"Rest in Peace." I shot her in the back, killing her instantly. Dear Old Dad however, had lost too much blood and had died struggling.

I stood there waiting for a beating, waiting for pain. Only to realize as I felt none, I was... free. Finally free.