Chapter One: Wicked Little Things
My birthday is coming up, hooray. Ironically enough, my birthday is Halloween. Not like it matters though, I have no friends to celebrate with, plus, my mom is probably going to be out whoring herself out to someone instead of spending the day with me. Sometimes I wish my dad was alive. He wouldn't kill his daughter, right? Besides, maybe he'd take a vacation from killing to tell me happy birthday, or even acknowledge that I exist…
Today is October 27th, so my birthday is really close. I'm turning 16. You know the typical girl, who wants nothing more than a huge sweet sixteen party? Yeah, not me at all. I could care less. Besides, like I said, I have no friends or family to invite to the party. I'll probably just sit at home and do nothing, like always.
Only once have I ever gotten a birthday present from anyone, and that was from this kid Danny. Danny was in my seventh grade homeroom. While everyone else was ignoring me and pushing me away, Danny always seemed to be there for me. On my 13th birthday he bought me a cake and some new shoes. Danny moved away two years ago, so fat chance of a present this year, kind of like always.
Well, today is the 30th, one day to go. The only reason I'm excited about turning 16 is the fact that I'm two years closer to moving out. I hate living with my mom. The only reason I haven't run away yet, is because if I did, I'd be dead in a week. Something strange happened today though. I got home from school, and went to check the mail. I opened the mailbox and found a package. There was a letter attached. I opened the envelope, which simply read: Daughter.
Inside was a blank piece of paper, folded in half. I opened it and saw this:
Dear Daughter,
I can't believe it's been sixteen years. I'll bet you're beautiful by now. How's your mother? You probably don't know me at all, but I wanted to tell you this: I love you, happy birthday.
Inside the package was a mask. A dirty, damaged mask. It looked like a plain, white face, with wild brown hair. This had to have been a cruel joke, someone was messing with me. My father was dead, wasn't he?
SORRY I'VE BEEN OFF FOR SO LONG, SORRY HAHA. I DON'T KNOW WHY I'VE BEEN SO LAZY. R/R PLEASE, ZACH
