User:Thadarkknight

Sarah "Sarah I can't play right now!" Sarah doesn't understand mother doesn't like me talking about Sarah around her. Sarah always seems gaunt in the face, she wears a long red gown with petite ballet-like slippers, and black ribbons in her precious black pony tails. As long as I can remember I've been an only child, on my fourth birthday that all changed. Sarah showed up, at first I thought my parents had adopted her, of course I was wrong.

When I turned five I found my father lying face down in a filled bathtub with a bottle of pills floating above his limp, dead body. My hands were wet with the bathtub water, I must have reached into the bathtub without even thinking. I was only five at the time so I didn't know father had committed suicide, but while I was being naive and playing with my worn-down toys, my mother was blowing smoke out of a self-rolled cigarette. Mother thinks fathers death was my fault, she constantly threw empty beer cans at me while sobbing uncontrollably. Mother doesn't feed me she doesn't even feed herself.

Sarah doesn't do anything wrong, mother just doesn't like her, it's as if mother doesn't even know she exists. "Sarah I can't do that, I don't want to!" She tries to get me to do bad things, usually she tells me to hurt mother. Sarah says mother deserves it, she says she brought it upon herself. Retaliation, Retaliation, get revenge!" That's all that Sarah tells me, she looks seven years old, but talks like an insane adult criminal. "You're pathetic, a pathetic little crybaby!" "I'm not, I'm not!" In that unthinkable rage I sprint into my bedroom and grab my soon-to-be lethal metal bat. When I reach my mother's bedroom Sarah is already there glaring across the room at my dead-like mother sprawled out across her bed. My mother's eyes are extremely bloodshot and barely seen, almost completely covered by her gray mushy eyelids. On her bedside table is a glass object with smoke exiting from a small barrel near the bottom. It was used recently. "Go on or are you scared?" "You're already here might as well do it!" "No mercy!"

"I barely got you to kill your father, you're lucky your mother is stoned all day or else she probably would have called the cops. She saw you do it, she knows."

I…I killed father?

"I always knew you were stupid but I didn't think you were this idiotic!" At that intense moment all the memories rushed back to me, I drugged father and forced his head under water, that's why my hands were wet! Sarah wants me to kill father too! In a immediate flash I'm launching myself into the imaginary girl, I shoot straight through her and bash my head on mothers table. "If you weren't such a numbskull you'd be be able to kill your mother and move on with your life! Free of abuse. "You're the abuse Sarah!" "You are!"

I did the only think that seemed remotely clever. I dove and crashed violently out of her bedroom window. As I was falling from that creaky, creepy two-story house I remember smiling, something I hadn't done since I was three. I don't know what happened to Sarah, and honestly I don't care. I was free…free from that evil seven-year-old girl. And finally happy!