User:Scarcily

The basement smells of rotting flesh. My father created me from different human girl parts. He tries resurrecting animals for a living I am his first ever human that he resurrected and created. The others that didn't make it are given a proper funeral and a burial. My father is trying to make another human subject today. I help him with his work. The worst part about my life is that when he built my immune system is that he put in a lion stomach instead of a normal human stomach. When I eat he throws a piece of bloody beef at me like I am some sort rabid beast that will tear him to pieces.

My father goes out every night to go to a meeting with a group of misfits. He told me that going outside is dangerous. He comes back every night after I fall into a deep slumber. Tonight I am going outside to see for myself if it is dangerous if it is not I will be very disappointed in him. He is leaving in two minutes the time is coming. "Stephanie I am leaving see you in the morning my dear", my father says lovingly. I come out of my of my bedroom and close the door quietly behind me. I go into the kitchen and peer out the window. It looks like he is gone I grab the keys for the Ford pickup truck. I lean up against the wall so no one might see me. I slip threw the metal door and into the outside world. I step onto the concrete porch and into the freezing breeze coming from the North. The cold breeze feels energizing and wonderful to my warm body.

I crouch down so that the railings cover me. I walk swiftly down the concrete steps and hide behind a gigantic tree. I look at the woods and squint my eyes so that I may see anyone. I spot a small shed and start to wonder what it may hold. Curiosity got the best of me and I run swiftly to the shed. When I reach my destination I get a feeling that someone or something is watching me. All the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I shake off the feeling and proceed to the raggedy shed. When I reach the door I see a ginormous pad lock stuck onto the handle. Now how do I get in? Maybe there is an axe somewhere. I look around the amazingly big area until I remember the bobby pin in my hair. I take out the bobby pin and start to fiddle with the lock once I hear a clicking noise I know I am in.

I clutch the handle of the door and open it slowly. When its fully open I look around in horror. There is blood everywhere, body parts, and heads. It is very grotesque and has a horrific smell. I hear panting behind me I turn around and see my father staring at me with a knife in his hand. "Why are you out her child I thought I could trust you not to interrupt me and my work", he says insanely. I look around thinking of what to do then out of nowhere he leapt into the air. All I could think was RUN, I ran into the woods my breathes become uneven and rugged and my legs in pain. I hear his footsteps behind me vanish I stop to get my breathing back to normal. I lean against a tree for support as I was taking a breathe I felt a sharp pain in my stomach I looked down and almost screamed there was a kitchen knife sticking clean threw my torso. I fall to the ground and wince in pain I know exactly who did this my father. Before I can do anything everything goes black. I wake up in the same spot except this time there is a figure in front of me when my vision clears up I see its my father. A boiling rage begins to grow in side of me to a point where I can't handle it.

I grab the knife with both hands I begin to pull I let out a scream of pain and anger. The knife comes out of my torso and I look up to my father that I once loved I stare at him with a insane glare. "Once on shore one prays no more", I said in an dark voice that I didn't recognize. I charge at him he lets out a yelp of surprise when I tackle him. I slice his throat open and watch him choke to death. I feel horrible but amazing what are these mixed feelings? I start laughing manically. I see a mirror in his pocket I grab it I look at my reflection I think I may make some changes. I grab the knife that I threw on the ground.

I look back to the mirror I take the knife and make a big cut right above my eyes. The blood quickly goes into my eyes and everything gets blurry but I somehow find my mouth and remember the sewing needle in my pocket. I put the needle to my lips and push the needle threw surprisingly there is no pain only numbness I stitch the rest of my mouth. I look like a horror movie killer. I look up to a tree and grab the knife angrily and scratch in Stephanie Emiz Collins is ok. When I am scratching it in I run deeper into the endless abyss of trees.