Sandra cringed as the door slammed; her father was home. She shut her notebook and slipped it back in the shoebox that she tucked under her bed. Hearing a loud
thud followed by something shattering, the girl rose to her feet.
Drunk again. She thought with a frown. Then again, it was exactly what she had expected. Barely having time to brace herself, her door was thrown open, and David Felder, her father, had grabbed the girl's wrist, dragging her out of the room.
The girl couldn't help but wish that her big sister, Samantha, were still there to protect her. Before Sandra finished scolding herself for the thought, she was thrown into a wall where a broken mirror hung. The glass dug into her arms as she caught herself. Now knowing what her father had hit on his way in. She winced, reminding herself that she was glad that one of the girls had escaped their dad.
Incoherent screams came from the man that towered over her. Sandra couldn't make out a single word until finally he finished with 'liability'. She had heard it before. She was a liability. For what? For the fact that she had seen her mother beaten to death in front of her by her father, or maybe because she knew that both of her older brothers had been dragged out by her dad and never came back, but he and the blood had.
Seeing the man's arm twitch before swinging toward her head, the girl ducked under and ran out of the hall. She could hear more glass shattering followed by a slew of cursing. Her golden eyes didn't glance back though. She just kept running in an attempt to get through the kitchen and to the back door. Just as she turned into the kitchen, a tight grip grabbed her neck and whipped her around; throwing her to the ground.
The girl tried to escape the seemingly endless beating that came afterwards, but only managed to crawl into a corner while it continued. Icy tears mixed with blood when the large man finally walked away. So close to passing out, the edges of her vision had faded to black and her head spun to the point that she wanted to throw up.
Sitting there, icy tears turned into burning rage. "I HATE YOU!" She screamed, her body shaking from crying and the beating she had just taken. As the man turned to look at the girl, curled in the corner, Sandra's hand reached up and ran over the counter. Struggling to her feet, her long, slender fingers wrapped around the wooden handle of a large knife.
Her body protested as adrenalin caused Sandra to lunge at her father, sinking the knife into his chest. He wasn't dead though, she made sure of that. Instead, she continued to dig the metal blade into his skin again and again until he passed out from pain and had no chance of surviving from the loss of blood. Wiping the almost-dry tears from her face, Sandra smeared blood across her soft cheek.
The girl fell back, staring at the mutilated man before her. No sorrow came. No regret was felt. Instead, she was glad. A faint smile even graced her lips for finally being given freedom. However, as she thought of it, she wasn't free. She was still a slave to the person she had created. At school she was one of the most popular girls, known as the happy, preppy girl that never frowned.
More tears slid down Sandra's cheeks as she thought of it all; of the hours she would spend running until she would pass out so that she could forget, of the friends and boyfriends that had betrayed her and never thought once that it might have hurt, of the cuts and bruises and scars she had from her father and her own self-mutilation so she would think of the physical rather than emotional pain, of the days at a time she wouldn't eat because she wanted to die but was too scared to kill herself.
She wasn't scared to kill herself now though. She wasn't scared to leave whatever she might have had behind. Sandra dragged the blade along her skin in the familiar way on her forearms, but much deeper this time. She dug and tore and ripped until she was too weak to even hold the knife. As the metal weapon clattered to the ground, the girl dropped beside it and passed out.
Two days passed before the crime scene had been reported by Sandra's sister Samantha. Samantha had disappeared immediately after reporting the crime, but a certain Frank Hollins still investigated the scene. What he found was a man mutilated beyond all belief lying next to his daughter. His daughter who had words carved into her skin to the point where she had hit enough vital parts to kill anyone. Words that no one could forget after viewing that scene; "Hate","Lies","Murder","Broken".
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