Doug carried his daughter's weary body on his shoulder, treating her like dirty laundry.

"Kelam was right." Doug grunted. His face was full of determination and anger. He was walking up the firm stairs of the dark, empty Inn.

"What? Who's Kelam?" Ann whimpered.

"My associate. He helps me with my business." Doug sighed and spilled everything. All the info on his "new" life. Well, not everything. No use in not telling her some though, she would be dead soon. "He and his wife won't have children. Too much pain, they said. Children are just a waste of time." Ann was shocked. Now she had proof that her own father hated her. "They're always telling me to take care of you. And not the way that your thinking. They mean, permanently take care of you. To kill you or dump you in another city with another family. Your just a waste of time. Your worthless." Doug spoke curses into Ann's life and she knew it was over. She quietly sobbed, shaking with fright.

"Daddy…." Ann's voice was crackly and quiet. She didn't know what to say or do. "Please." She begged quietly, knowing her father wouldn't listen to her. Her hope was shattered, her spirit crushed, her heart torn into pieces. She was worthless. No one had ever loved her. She was just a waste of time, and she deserved to die. Ann closed her eyes and silently gave up. She let her father win.

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A fit, young, male body stepped onto the docks, waved the boat away and picked up his backpack. He slung the worn in bag onto his shoulders and looked at his surroundings. A beach. He breathed in the fresh, spring air and stepped onto the warm sand. He took his shoes off and carried them. There was no sand where he used to live. He loved the feeling of sand. He sighed once he reached the cement of the town square. He stepped back into his old, brown sneakers and ran to a bench. He remembered this bench.

He sat down and looked for his initials that he had carved into it when he was only four years old. That was thirteen years ago. He sighed as he found his carving. J.P. Jack Polden. He smiled, remembering his elderly friend that helped him carve the letters into the hard wood. He lightly touched the symbols and stood. He ran to the north exit of the square, walked a few steps and saw the most incredibly cruel thing ever.

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"Daddy, please no!" Ann cried, choking on her sobs.

"Ann, please yes!" Doug mocked his daughter as he held her diary just out of her reach. He had found it in her pillow case. She had collapsed on the floor when he dropped her there and now She couldn't get back up.

"Daddy! No! Please! It's the only thing that I own! The only thing that means something to me! Please no…" Ann's whole body shook.

"Well then, I suppose you don't own or care about anything anymore." Doug said as he opened up the book. "I just can't stand it anymore!" Doug said in a girly tone as he read little bits of the scrawled messages in the book. Ann glared at him. "It's all my fault! Blah blah blah. Your right it is all your fault! Your mother's death, your misery and all your pain!" He yelled and tore the pages out, one by one and let them fall to the floor. Ann wearily picked them up and held them close to her body. She closed her eyes, letting tears quickly slide down her cheeks.

Doug kicked her and she fell onto her side. Unconscious. She let go of the pages as she fell and Doug scrambled around to collect them. He walked over to the window, glaring at Ann, he held the pages in one hand and extended it out of the window. He accidentally cut his hand on the broken glass and dropped the papers. He shrugged off the pain and watched the papers float down to the ground. The wind blew them all over the ground and he turned back to look at Ann. She still hadn't moved. She was all bloody and stained. Oh well, her pain would soon all be over. He walked over to her dresser, grabbed some cloth and tape, and then bandaged his wounded hand.

Ann stirred and murmured. She slowly and painfully opened her eyes to see her father, wrapping his hand in bandages. She also noticed that the pages of her diary were gone. How long had she been out of it?

"Where are my pages?" Ann whispered because that was all she could manage.

"Oh...your awake again are you?" Doug mocked. "Take a look." Doug said motioning to the window with is head, still busy with his hand. Ann tried to stand but a sharp pain surged through her leg. It prevented her from getting up go she slowly dragged herself over to the window with her arms. She raised herself a bit, using every little bit of strength that she had. Ann peered through the broken glass, withstanding the pain, to see many pieces of brown worn in paper, fluttering across the dirt street.

"No.." Ann gasped. She fell back down and hung her head. "No…" She whispered, quieter this time.

Doug had snuck up behind her and now he grabbed her waist. "Agh!" Ann cursed as he inflicted more pain on her battered body. Doug smirked and then looked menacingly out the window. He lifted her off of the floor and flung her body out of the window, not caring if her limbs caught on the glass. He held onto her sprawling body as she squirmed in the air. There was a lot of blood, staining the windows.

"Don't you want to die Ann?" Doug stared at his hurt daughter. "Don't you want all the pain to end? Aren't you tired of feeling unloved?" Doug was playing mind games with his daughter, making things easier for himself. Her cheeks were covered in dirt, salty tears and blood. "Don't you want it to end?"

"Yes…" Ann solemnly answered as she nodded her head and stopped squirming. "Yes." She repeated, slowly lifting her head to look her father in the eyes for the last time…

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Sorry this chapter was so short, but I wanted to take some time and describe the pain and details. I wanted to give the story that extra edge. I hope I succeeded. Thanks. :-)