Demi, Our Homicidal Maniac

by Demi'Knows

This is the story of one 17-year-old girl. One girl who knows nothing of her past. One girl who's father was... a homicidal maniac? This is the story of Demi. First Chapter is an intro, 2nd chapter not yet done.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2-Demi, Our Homicidal Maniac

(from Demi's POV)

Thump.

"Ow!", I almost screamed, as a large black cat leaped in my path. "Fuck that cat." The same filthy stray seemed to enjoy annoying me. It was funny. I came to Westward Street. Almost to the 24/7. Yup. It was my time of the week again. Hotdog, brain-freezy, and a lasting pack of M&Ms. Sounded delightful. My steps growing larger, I strode faster. It was easier to just get it over with. I hated the neighborhood before the 27/7. The homes were all a hideous shade of yellow, like someone had a really bad cold and decided to sneeze on the houses, because no damn tissue was big enough. Birds sung their deafening songs high above my head. I quickly did an area scan. Not a single person was out. Most had learned my "cycle" and knew to not walk their dog, or ride their bikes, on Saturday or Tuesday, 1:00 PM. If there was people out, they either stared (which received an ominous look), or scattered when they saw the shiny, scintillating machete gripped in my right hand. By the time I arrived at the filthy place with flashing and flickering '24/7' sign on the front, my legs were worn. It was at least 3 miles to get there. I confidently strode into the little store, holding my breath, as usual. But today was going to be different. I could just feel it… A/N: The next chapter will be one of the best. FEEL EXCITED! Seriously. The next chapter will be so awesome.