User:Xila Alekzandr

Grey and cloudy skies were seen out the window of a small little house. It wasn't rare not to see that, for it was winter time in Los Angeles. A girl about 17 sat by a window staring at the sky. Knock knock knock! "Taylor? You still in here?" A woman opened the door to the girls small room, peering inside to see her daughter by the window. She sat by her side and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but it was for the best-" "To send him to jail?! He did nothing wrong!!" The woman sighed. "If only you understood-" "I do. You've hated dad since you were married, don't deny it..." The girl looked away from her mom. They looked nothing alike. Her mom had black hair tied back carefully with no hair out of place, she had tanned skin, and brown eyes like chocolate. It was so comforting to be near her, even her smile could warm you. Her clothes were old fashioned, a blue dress with polka dots and some tiny flats for her small feet. She had a pimple here and there but covered it with makeup. And the girl? Let's say she played more a boy here, with her hoody and loose jeans. Her converse were mud stained with no socks to even cover her feet. Her hair wasn't black like her mothers but a brown with hair that was medium and messy in ways you couldn't describe. Her eyes were like a demons, black as night. Her pale and perfect skin sunk into the darkness of her room along with the dark circles under her eyes. Plus, unlike her mother, she was 5 foot 6, 7 inches taller than her. She stared down at the cars down below her apartment building. She watched as a police car drove by, and stared at it in disgust. "Taylor! I didn't do it! I swear! Your father is innocent, please help me!" She could remember her fathers screams for help as the policemen pulled him for car. She remembered how they held her back, away from her father. A tear ran down her cheek at the memory, and then she remembered her last moment. She pulled hard enough and escaped, and grabbed her fathers hand, pulling hard. "DAD-" BOOM! went the gun shot. Taylor moved her hand to her chest and looked down at the bandages around her stomach. This was 3 days ago, and she remembered it so distinctively.

The next day, Taylor walked to school, leaving her mom with her little sister. "Hey look! It's Freaky Taylor!" The bullies walked towards Taylor, mocking her from what happened a few days ago. "Hey Taylor, what happened to your dad? Were you too scared to save him?" One guy asked. "Or too tall to reach down?" The 2 bullies laughed as Taylor lets a few tears down her cheeks. "Aw." The grinned at each other. "Freaky Taylor, was a failure, couldn't save her fa-ther. Too tall, too scared to even move! We're sorry for who has her!" They laughed at their little song as Taylor ran down the street towards the school. She entered the doors to it and shut them, but just as she did, everyone seem to look at her. They looked away and started whispering to friends and others. As Taylor walked down the hall she heard glimpses of the whispers like, "Freaky Taylor!" Or, "Look the Freak Show came to town!" And, "I didn't know giants had children." Taylor wanted to cry but kept it in, and headed to her first class: Gym. "Alright class, today we will be playing dodgeball." The Gym coach tossed a ball to a boy who caught it carefully. "Pick your teams. Charles and Dave are the 2 captains. I'll be in the office real quick." The Gym coach left and Charles and Dave chose their teams. "Sara." "Tony." "Simon." "Kim." They kept choosing until all that was left was Taylor. "Gah Jesus Christ, you left me with the freak Dave!" "Whatever man..." Taylor walked over to her team and as soon as the dodgeball fight started, it ended. Everyone was on 1 side, Taylor on the other. "Ready?" "Aim..." "FIRE!" All the kids shot a dodgeball at Taylor, who got hit in the face, legs, arms, and the worst part. The stomach. She fell down to the floor as all the teenagers laughed and sang, "Freaky Taylor, was a failure, couldn't save her fa-ther. Too tall, too scared to even move! We're sorry for who has her!" The bell rang for second period and all the boys and girls ran for the locker rooms. Taylor stood up and walked towards the girls locker room dreadfully.

After school, Taylor had ran home, fearing more of that horrible song. She had heard it all day and was sick of it. Her eyes were puffy, face tear stained, and had bruises in places she hadn't before. It started raining before she knew it, and she pulled her hood over her head. The street lights went on as it grew dark and all streets seemed to be empty. Riiiiing~ A ringing was sent through her ears which grew louder with every step she took. She stopped walking and looked around. She looked at lampposts and cars until she saw it. A faceless creature standing on top of her apartment building. It was tall, maybe 7 or 8 feet tall. It had an egg white face, with no eyes, mouth, or any features at all. As she stared at the creature, all seemed to be gone. All the world had vanished, like she and the creature were the only thing left...and then it disappeared, bringing her back to reality. She was shaking and her body was ice cold. She sighed and walked into her apartment building, walking up the long flight of stairs to her apartment and was greeted by her little sister Isabella. "Hi Taylor!" "Hey..." "You okay?" Taylor ignored her sister, walking to her room and shutting the door, locking it. She dropped her book bag on the floor and threw off her soaked hoody. She laid on her bed and slightly cried. Was it really her fault her father was in jail? Was it really her fault he could possibly be dead there? No. It was her mothers. She smiled to herself slightly as she fell asleep. "Taylor.......Taylorrrrr..." Taylor woke up abruptly, clutching her blankets. "She did this Taylor.... She did this...." Taylor stood up, pulling on her sneakers. She opened her bedroom door and peered outside seeing the empty darkness of the hallway. "Taylor....." She followed the voice into the the store room. She saw her father there. He was hung by a rope tied to the ceiling. His ear was ripped off and his eyes were popped out. His neck was bleeding heavily while his shirt was ripped to shreds. "Sh-She did this to m-me T-Taylor..... y-your mo-other...." Taylor stared in horror as her fathers bleeding body grew pale, even more pale than hers. "K-Kill her Taylor.... I w-want my av-venge...." His body fell limp and disappeared, and in replacement was the creature from before; faceless as ever. The ringing in her ears returned and grew louder, until he disappeared again. She looked down at her feet and noticed something. A pickaxe. She picked it up and ran the blade along her fingers. She dropped it on the floor and it nearly cut off her feet. She looked at her hands. They were sweaty. She ran to the bathroom, wrapped her hands in bandages, and ran back to grab the pickaxe. It was perfect. She stepped into the hall and walked her way over to the kitchen. She could see a figure washing the dishes. Most likely her mother. Taylor silently stepped up to her, raising the pickaxe. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and a crazed smile grew on her face. "DIE!" She threw the pickaxe into her head. You could hear the skull crack as bone, flesh, and blood came out of the head. Taylor grinned widely and watched as her mother fell limp to the floor. But then her smile faded, for it wasn't her mother whom she killed, but her little sister, Isabella. "No..." Taylor stood there, staring at her now dead sister. Blood covered both of their clothes. Isabella's blood. Taylor was about to leave when something sliced her shirt and into her stomach. She looked up and saw her mother. She had thrown a knife at Taylor in attempt to kill her. "Taylor...why?" Before she could even answer, the crazed smile moved to her lips again, eyes focusing on her mother. "Why what mommy? Why what?" She stepped closer, her mom backing away, which turned into a run. Taylor's mom grabbed the house phone and called the police ever so quickly. "Hello, police?! M-My daughter's trying to kill- GAH!" Taylor stuck the pickaxe into her mothers head, causing her to drop the phone to the floor along with herself. Taylor approached, keeping quiet as the electronic voice spoke. "Hello?! Ma'm?! Are you o-" It cut off as Taylor stepped on it, crushing it to pieces. She swung the pickaxe over her shoulder as she heard sirens outside. She grabbed her jacket and stepped outside of the apartment to see policemen. "STOP!" They shot at her, but she dodged the bullets carefully making sure not to get hit. Blood was soaking her hoody as the cut from 3 days ago reopened from when her mother cut her. She ran down the hallway and up a ladder onto the roof. She shut the door and listened as policemen tried forcing it open. "Open this door now!" It was raining as she slowly walked away from the door and towards the edge of the building. She looked down at the moving cars and wondered, "Is this it?" "Put your hands up and don't move!" Taylor turned to see the police behind her. As she turned, she slipped on the water from the rain and slowly fell to her death. She watched the building grow taller and taller as she fell. "This is it huh?" That's when she saw him. That creature. Tentacles came out from his body and shot out at her. Just before she hit the ground, it went black. A week later, police came across an old alley way near to the apartment building where Taylor had committed 'suicide'. As they looked at the wall at the end of the alley, the gagged at the smelled and gasped at the word written in blood.

"I am Freaky Taylor. Not a freak but just freaky and you cannot kill me."