User:Delilahwood32

This is my pasta.

''Just one more. Just one more until I die. ''

My name is Delilah, and I am abused, and bullied loner. I have a cutting problem. "DELILAH GET DOWN HERE NOW!" My father yelled. I threw on my hoodie and went downstairs to be welcomed with a punch in the face. I dodged quickly and ate as much as I could in 2 minutes. I quickly washed my plate and went to go upstairs only to be dragged back down and be punched in the stomach. I felt something inside of me snap and I dodged the next attack and I went for the knives. I grabbed the biggest one and held it in my defense. My father not seeing the knife charged at me and I stabbed him in the stomach. Then my mother went for me and I stabbed her too. I wanted them to feel the pain I did. So I gutted them and got the gasoline and set my house on fire.. I ran in the woods hearing the sirens. After a few hours I was atleast a few cities away from my house. I found a good spot in the woods to stay, then realization hit me, ''I'm a psychotic killer.... And I won't get caught''