I...Remember...My mother..I remember the long days I spent alone. I remember my mother. Her smile, her voice, her screams.... I remember when I was normal some what... I..Remember....When...Everything....Changed.........

I laid on my bed I stared up at the ceiling as I lisoned to my Creepy pasta playlist. I wasn't a normal girl, I loved the horrifying stories. I love the chills they gave me. My heart raised as I felt my mind slip into the dark and gory stories. I could imagine the scene of death as it went into great detail. I couldn't help it. My mother came in the room as she ushuly did. "Honey come down please." her voice was abit off. It sounded as if she had been crying. My mother never cried, I came down stars. I saw my father and I felt my heart raise even faster than it was already. The last time I saw him he was kicking my oldest sister. She was pergent he killed the baby and my sister... He was sent to jail...a few months later an officer told us he killed himself in his cell.  I looked at my mother "Mother..." She looked at me "Honey are you okay? You don't look so good."  "Why is he here?" My body shacked she gave me a confused look "Who honey?"  He looked at me with a big smile, I looked at him with fear in my eyes. I shook my head "Nothing just kinda sick." She hugged me "Honey Ill get you some medison."  I looked back at my father. He was gone.