I open my eyes and I am blinded by my tears. I see nothing but strange-looking food in front of me while my mother and father are on the left and right sides of the table from me.

“You’re fucking useless you know that right,” came from the left.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM USELESS?! YOUR THE FUCKING USELESS ONE YOU GOD DAMN BUM.” shouted from the right.

“WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE CALLING A BUM, SLUT?! IF IT WERE FOR THIS UGLY PIECE OF SHIT YOU FORCED OUT OF YOUR LOOSE VAGINA I WOULDN’T EVEN BE HERE”

“FUCK YOU.”

I start to wipe the tears away from my face to see that my mother has gotten up and left the table. I don’t know what made me do this but I started to sob. I couldn’t stop. I was hiccuping, choking, and everything felt like it was on fire. My throat felt like it was closing and all I could do was cry into my tiny little fist. I am shaking like an earthquake is trapped in my little child's body. I take a moment to look up to see the disgusting father on the left side of me pulling out a cigarette, which looks like a little twig in his meaty and callous hands. With a small orange, plastic lighter in the other hand, he lit the cigarette and took a puff. He turned and looked at me and all I could see was anger and disgust. Suddenly, he got up and looked at me. I stopped crying. I knew in my heart that something bad was going to happen to me if I didn't run. I threw my little child's body out of the chair and sprinted to my room. I hear his thundering footsteps trailing behind me. A monster ready to kill me if it ever catches up to me. My heart pounded in my ears as everything started to blur. Each step I took, each turn I made and things I passed by didn’t matter. I can hear the pounding footsteps coming closer at the same pace as the distance to my door. The closer I am to my door and the closer the footsteps. 

Am I going to die?

The fingers of my right hand touched the doorknob and tears started to roll down my eyes. In slow motion, I opened the door and threw myself into my room as my father's hands graze my brown hair. I turned around to slam the door shut with my right hand and quickly locked the door. At first, I didn’t hear anything—then came the counting.

One

Two

THREE!

BANG

He threw his body at the door and I started to see the door crack. I stared at the door for a moment and ran. Looking around the room, I hid under the bed and I saw the two shadows of his foot under the door. Mother is screaming and Father is screaming, it’s so loud. I don’t know how long they’ve been crying or how long I’ve been under the bed, but eventually, it all stopped. I fell asleep under the bed and I stayed there until I heard a window crack. In my dazed state, I didn’t know what to do or what was going on. Then came the footsteps again, but they don’t sound like either of my parents. For an hour I just heard a bunch of commotion, like a lot of animals running around and fighting. Being a child I only did what I knew I could do, hide from the monsters. Everything was going to be alright, this must be a bad dream, everything is fine—gunshots. Two gunshots went off. I don't know where but it sounded very close. Following the gunshots, I heard a loud thump, like something heavy fell to the ground. What the fuck is going on? I started to cower under my bed and scooted farther in until I accidentally hit the wall with my foot. Looking up and out of bed, I hear the people run towards my door and break it open with a loud bang. One of the men started to speak. 

“You heard that shit right?”

“Yeah, someone else might be in this fucking house.”

“ Look around and see if you can find anyone.”

“Got it.” 

“Hey! ERROR  Take the goods and get 'em into the damn truck already.”

The men started to walk around my room. They opened things, flipped things over and they destroyed some of my stuff. I stayed as quiet as I possibly could while trembling with tears coming out of my eyes. My heart was pounding so fast you would think that they could hear it, well, I guess one of them heard because he started walking towards my bed. I watched as he got on his knees, leaned down towards his left, and lifted the covers. Our eyes locked together and my heart stopped. The man's face dropped and he went white. I couldn’t see the bottom half of his face from his nose but I could tell his mouth just dropped. I quietly pleaded with him by shaking my head and I shut my eyes closed praying to whatever god is out there for mercy. 

“Hey. What the fuck are you looking at down there?”

“N-nothing. Just some random shi-stuff under the bed.”

“Huh. Why did you just censor yourself?”

“Um, I guess I just didn’t want to swear, you know.”

“HAHA, you worried about swearing, but didn’t mind killing those two.”

“Shut it. There’s no one here let's get the fuck out of here before anyone gets caught.”

The man next to my bed dropped the cover and got up. It sounded like the two of them left. I waited around a couple of minutes after I heard the group of people leave and their car pulled out of our street and got out from under the bed. Everything is destroyed, my world is broken, everything is broken, the tears started to fall out of my eyes as I walked out of my room. The door is quite literally laying there on the ground and looking out into the hallway, everything is broken. There are holes in the walls, tables are flipped over and broken into, and the painting on the wall is shattered onto the floor. I tried ignoring the destruction by looking at the ground, but the ground was covered in glass, wood, and whatever was destroyed. I accidentally stepped on a piece of glass and I stopped to take it out. It was painful and I screamed a little. Throwing the piece of glass away, I headed to the living room where I knew a phone was. The whole house looks broken, a mess, and unloved. I blinked away tears as I made it to my phone. With my left hand, I picked up the phone to hear the ringing noise deafening my little ears. I dial 911 as I learned from tv for the police and I waited. Suddenly a nice lady answered the call and just said, “Hello 911, what is your emergency?” I wanted to talk, but what came out was tears. I started sobbing and the lady tried to comfort me, “Hello? Are you okay? Please calm down and tell me what’s wrong.”I just replied as best as I can, 

“M-Ma’am, my mommy and daddy aren’t breathing.”

“Alright, sweetie, how old are you?”

“I am ERROR.”

“Alright kiddo, stay calm, can you tell me where you are?”

“ I am at home. Ma’am some bad guys came into our house and made everything all bad. Stuff is not there, but one man was nice and didn’t let me get hurt and let me go.”

“Ok kiddo, are any of the men still there?”

“No, they all left.”

“Alright, can you see if the door is unlocked? I am going to send some good guys over to help you ok?”

“Okie”

“Stay on the call alright?”

“Yes Ma’am”

Maybe after a couple of minutes, I heard the police come. The red and blue light flashed outside the window. I turned to the window and shouted, “I AM IN HERE!”

I told the nice lady on the phone thank you and hung up the phone. I ran over to the door and opened it. I see a group of people wearing dark blue outfits walking towards me. One of them was a lady, a pretty lady with long black hair, a trench coat, and black heel boots, but one thing stood out to me the most. Her eyes, they’re so pretty. Amber eyes. She walked up to me with a beige blanket and wrapped it around me. She looked at me with such sweetness and kindness. “You're gonna be alright, ok little one? I promise to keep you safe. Come on, let's get you to the car,” the kind woman said. As all the other people walked into my house and put yellow caution tape around the house, we just had a nice little moment. I felt so safe with her like no one could hurt me when she was around me.

After a while, a man walked up to us. He looked at her, then me, and right back at her. “Alright rookie, the big man is here. You know the drill,” the man barked out at the lady. I don’t like this guy. Especially the way the bastard talks to the nice angel lady. The lady nods and turns to look at me. In a gentle voice she tells me, “ Alright little one, you stay here alright? Someone will take you to a place called an orphanage where they will take care of you. You will stay there for at least a night until we figure things out, ok?” I smiled at her and nodded happily at her. She gets up, closes the car door, and leaves with a wave.

Suddenly, a man gets in the driver's seat of the car. He moves the little mirror on the rooftop and looks at me through the reflection. He starts to speak to me, “Alright kid, let's take you somewhere safe. Don’t worry your little head off, they will take good care of you there.” Something in my gut tells me not to trust what he says. We drive for what seems like forever and all I see are the trees passing in a blur. I feel myself nodding away from my sleepiness, but I try my damndest to stay awake. I lift my head from the window and I see that he’s on the phone with someone. Listening to what the man is saying I only hear pieces of what he says.

“Hello Mr. Error, I am sorry to wake you up.”

“Yes, we have a kid for you—”

“She was found in a crime scene—”

“Both parents are dead.”

“No she won’t tell us her name—”

“How long can she stay?”

 Finally, we stop at this massive building with a bunch of windows. “Saint Mary’s Orphanage,” the front said. I don’t like this. I don’t like this. The man got out of the car and walked around to my side of the car. Opening the back-right seat door, he beckoned me out of the car and I stepped out onto the concrete sidewalk. That was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life. Taking a glance at the entrance of the door was a man. He was alright looking, a very average man with black hair and hazel eyes. He smiled at me with this creepy look, like he was going to eat me alive. I held the blanket of the nice lady tighter around me as the policeman walked with me toward him. I felt deep primal fear around this strange man. Something was going to happen. The men had a little conversation and then the monster faced me.

“Hello, little girl.~”

I stared at him in dead silence.

“Not a talker huh? Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?~”

I averted my eyes from him and looked at the ground.

“Don’t worry officer, I'll get her ready to talk. All she needs is a little warm-up for her throat.~”

My whole body froze when he said this. What the fuck does he mean? What is he going to do to me? The black-haired man opened the door and guided us inside. The policeman was walking on the right side of me while he was in front of me. I kept my head down the whole way to wherever we were going. The ground was this ugly off-white color with plastic tiles like it was the messed up and rotten floor of an abandoned hospital. Finally, we made it to the dormitory. Maybe a few dozen little girls my age in the beds sleeping. I looked at the only empty bed and slowly walked toward it. The sticky floor stuck to my shoes as each step made this gross squishy noise. I stood next to the bed and turned around to see the shadow of two men silently talking to each other. In my sleepy daze, I just took off my shoes and fell asleep on the bed with the blanket the lady gave me. I let my eyes slowly shut, and the last thing I see is the black hair man looking at me.

TW: Child SA Please read with caution. If you do not want to read, skip until all bold letters are gone.

I felt something on my skin moving around my chest and legs. A slimy wet thing touched my face and went to my ears. I try to move away, but I am pinned down. My eyes fly open wide as I see the monster on top of me. His hands start to touch me everywhere and he whispers to me, “Don’t move or I will make you bleed.”I am frozen on the spot. I can’t move. It moves its hands around my chest and he starts to lick me. I see that he has something in his pants and it's sticking toward me. He suddenly ripped my clothes and started to get aggressive. I panic and I start to scream. I am screaming and screaming for help. Anyone, someone, please, save me. I am swinging my limb wildly while completely naked. He stops my screaming by choking my little neck. His big hands wrap around my throat as I start to choke. I use my little hands to grab his wrist and try to pull them off my neck. I turn to my right and I see the little girl next to me shaking and crying. Stretching out my right hand for her, I beg for help. She just stares at me silently sobbing. She turns around and faces the other way.

No.

Please.

HELP!

PLEASE!

He grabbed my face and turned it towards his with one hand on my face and the other hand still on my throat. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “I am going to rape you until you bleed you ungrateful little slut.~” He grabs my torn clothes with his right hand from the ground and ties my arms together to the bed frame. Forcing my legs open, I try to keep them together, but I was too weak. He takes out his “thing” and starts to force it on me. I can feel myself bleed and tear from the intrusion and I start to scream. He proceeds to thrust into me over and over until my screams died down and all I can do is silently sob to myself. There’s blood everywhere and I can feel something break. Finally, he finishes with a loud grunt and he starts to pant. He pulls out of me and his thing is covered in blood and white stuff. Climbing off of me, he stood up and stretched. I took this opportunity to kill him.

Kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him

I used the blood on the bed sheet to slide out of my restraints and grabbed the blanket the lady gave me. Standing up, I wrapped it around his head and started to suffocate him. I scream out to the girls in the room. The girl that was on my right got up and tackled him. A few got up to help me suffocate him until all of us were pinning him down. He struggled until he stopped moving. We all paused for a second and I made sure he wasn’t breathing. Once I made sure he wasn’t breathing, I left the room to look for a knife. I wandered the barely lit hallways wandering around until I saw a map of the orphanage. The map said that the kitchen was just ahead on the left so I went in there. Everything was a blur at this point and it was like I was seeing red. The blood lust in my veins took me to a large kitchen knife and before I knew it, I was right in front of the man. I watched as I slit his throat with the large knife in front of the scared little girls. I watched as the blood started to pour and gush out of his neck and I smiled. I watched as one of the girls gave me their spare clothing and I put it on. I watched as I left the orphanage with nothing but the blanket and the knife in my hand.

I ran and ran, and I ran as far as possible. I closed my eyes shut as I felt the rain start to pour onto me. I opened my eyes in a cold sweat, and I am awake. I look around my room to see that I am still in my bed. I look out the window to see that dawn has arrived.

Fuck.

End of Chapter 5