User:Nightshadows989

Hello my name is Alexis L. Anderson. I wanted to tell you about how I became known as “Broken.” I know, it sounds silly, but I got that name after I lost my sanity and killed my family. Well… Here’s my story:

It was school time, here in this small town. The year was 2005 and I was only ten years old. I grew up in a small town in Arizona. I had lots of friends and I would always have sleepovers with them. My best friend, Jenna, would braid my long blond hair while I talked about my brother and sister being mean to me again. When we went to school, I was always bullied everyday because I was interesting in different things than everyone else. They would call me mean names like,” Idiot,” Slut,” “Nerd,” “Freak.” The list can go on but I don’t want to say the others, as they are too depressing for me to tell you.

I go home everyday like normal and when it was my birthday, something terrible happened that I still remember in full detail but not that much detail, just enough so I can remember it all. By the way, I was born on May14, 1995. While I was walking home, the same snobby girls that pick on me came up to me holding what I thought was knifes but in reality were scissors. The girl in front, Jess, pushed me to the ground and that’s how I got bruised for once. Jess said me,” You look ugly, but don’t worry, we can fix that and make you look adorable as our present to you.” I wanted to cry but couldn’t because I didn’t want to look weak and besides, I force myself not to cry.

I had gotten up already and started running for the nearest building or shack. A small abandoned barn was on the side of the road I was running on. Those girls that were chasing after me yelled,” Where are you going you freak!?” I managed to get inside but tripped over something. I had tripped over a piece of wood.

The girls had caught up to me and pulled me up by my hair. Jess looked like she was satisfied with what she was about to do. She told the other three girls to hold me while she cut my hair. It hurt so much from the pulling and cutting that I felt like I was crying but I wasn’t. I kept begging her to stop. By the time she was done, the three girls holding me let go and went to Jess’s side. I looked to the floor and there were clumps of my blond hair all over the ground where I knelt.

My cheeks were stained with tears, my eyes, puffy or swollen, and red. When I stood, one of the three girls, Elena, I think, punched me. I fell back but when they looked at me, I started crying because of how much it hurt. Jess gave Elena something and I felt something sharp on my cheek sliding across it quickly. It hurt! I cried even more but not because of me looking weak, just because of the pain! I looked up at the four of them and they looked frightened at what they saw. The knife dropped and I stood, running home. I may have my backpack with me but I ran and ran till I was home.

I didn’t bother to say ‘Hi’ to my family because I wanted to see what happened to me. My brother glared at me and my sister tripped me and laughed as she left to the kitchen. I stood and went back to the bathroom. I turned the light on and when I did, I saw my reflection. My hair was messed up in different placed that it looked like a child had cut my hair and my eye and cheek were bleeding. Wait…. I know what I said about my hair being messed up but my eye. No one would believe me.

I tried to clean up as best as I could but when I heard the door open, I froze. “Well, well. Looks like you got a makeover,” I think that’s what my sister had said. Her name is Katie by the way. “L-Leave me alone. It’s already yours and Ian’s fault that I’m screwed up as it is! I don’t need your freaking sympathy! I hate you! LEAVE ME ALONE!” I yelled. I felt something that I never have before that day. I had an urge to see blood… and lots of it. I always have, but this was a different blood type urge. I looked at the ground and as I did, Katie punched me in my side and the kicked me.

I had it! I’ve had enough of this damn world as it is. Sure I had my brother, sister and mother beating me up, as well as the bullies but never was I treated this badly. When she finally left, I was covered in bruises and the blood from my face was finally staining my clothes but I didn’t bother to change. After dinner, I went to my room, locked it and started searching for something to use to hurt them back. I had a plan that I would wait till midnight, sneak into my brother’s room, my sister’s room and hit them so hard that they’ll remember that day! I would go to my parents’ room and do the same to my mother and not my father. My father would never hurt me.

When that time came, I had a bat with me. A metal bat that I would use since I go to softball practice. I did what I planned. My sister got a bloody nose, a broken arm and bruises everywhere. My brother received the same but I gave him a black eye. With my mother, I lured her into the backyard and beated her there. She had three broken ribs, a broken arm, blood nose, and a lump to the side of her head and a shattered wrist and ankle. I told her as she cried for mercy,” Don’t cry, we all make mistakes sometimes…” and took one more swing to her head. I ran from there and to the forest. It was nearby thankfully since I lived in Flagstaff. I was never seen or heard from again until now. I leave you with this message. If you try to find me, I will kill you. But please, never make the same mistake as I had. I’m being haunted by my past and I wish for you to never do it.

“DoN’t CrY…. We AlL mAkE MiStAkEs SoMeTiMeS….”