I keep dancing, even though it's on broken glass. It's stuck in my feet, and hurts like hell. I won't stop; I can't stop. I spin on my heel, and I feel hole being drilled into my foot. Along with the broken glass. The music stops playing, and I hear my father clapping, my mother laughing. "You dance oh so well, my dear." My father says to me as he grabs my chin. He slaps me. "Go make dinner!" he yells at me. We moved into a new house. I cook like I normally do, but put poison in it this time; along with the small shards of glass from my feet.
They eat before me; like always. Father starts choking, and mother laughs. She then starts choking, and it's my turn to laugh. Father reaches for water, but I knock over the glass before he can. They turn to look at me. A look in their eyes; one I can't explain. It made me want to curl up in a ball and cry. I refused to, though. "You will die… a horrible… death." My mother croaks out before going limp.
I walk over to their bodies, and close their eyes. "Maybe so mother, but not one as horrible as you." I say happier than ever, yet somehow saddened at the fact I was truly alone.
