User:MsPanquake

Dani

Dani laid motionless on the cold cement floor in the dark alley way; beaten and bruised. Her dull brown eyes scanned the night sky above her, not paying much attention to her wounds anymore. She struggled to turn herself onto her knees, staring at the blood stained ground below her. As she began to try and stand she could feel the warm streams of blood running down her face only to disappear under the torn T-shirt she had been wearing. Grasping the brick wall on her side, she limped her way towards the sidewalk she was originally walking on before she had been attacked by her school bullies.

As she arrived at the end of the alley way she looked everywhere around her in order to make sure they had left. Not a single car passed by, there was only the dim lights of streetlamps to guide her home. She left her destroyed backpack behind knowing it no longer had any use and that none of it's contents were still there. She glanced behind her every now and then to make sure nobody was following her. Her home was not far from where she had been, only being half a mile away. She didn't dare stop moving, no matter how much her body screamed at her to stop. Her breathing quickened as it got darker and a little to quiet for her liking.

Once she had reached the small hill leading up to her home and had begun slowly limping up it, the constant torturing and name calling echo'd through her head. ''Stupid bitch. Why don't you go and kill yourself? Huh? Nobody loves you and nobody ever will! You can't even remember simple shit like 5x5! That only proves how fucking dumb and stupid you are.'' She stopped limping for a moment to look at the damage inflicted to her body. Lifting up her shirt, the reality of the damage only forced her to move on. She stared in front of her, putting her hand up to her face as if drag her fingers through her hair. As she put her hand on her forehead, she felt the warm red liquid seep through her fingers and down her arm. Taking her hand away from her head she began to stare at her now blood covered hand. She wiped her hand on her torn shirt and continued to limp her way up towards her home; the voices still echoing in her head. ''Aww look the ugly slut is trying to ignore us. Where do you think you're going? Home? Back to your mommy like the gross 2 year old that you are? Come on guys, let's show her what people get if we don't like them.'' Sighing, she tried to ignore the constant pestering of the small voices.

As she finally reached the front doorstep of her home she limped to the door to open it, but just as she was going to turn the doorknob the large door swung open; revealing her 300 pound urine covered step father. "Where the hell have you been? Nobody has done the damn dishes yet and you know for damn sure I'm not doing it." He stretched out his large greasy hand and dragged her inside, then turning on a lamp next to the door. "And what happened to you?? Seriously did you fall or something? Put some band-aids and peroxide or whatever on yourself, get changed and start doing dishes! It's late and I want to go to bed without worrying about stupid chores." She put her head down, feeling an almost uncontrollable hatred for the man. "I-I'm sorry..." She said almost in a whisper. She began to limp down the hallway towards the bathroom, swearing at him under her breath.

As she stumbled into the bathroom she almost fell onto the counter, her head buried in the sink with her hands grasping the back of her head. "Why me... Why is it always me?" She choked, her eyes filling up with tears and mixing with the blood from her injuries. "Why did you have to leave me with...with him?? Why mom, why?" She said silently to herself as the tears rolled down her face and into the sink. She lifted up her head and stared at her bloodied face. Her eyes widened as she realized there was a large cut starting at the top of her forehead and stopping under her right eye. She lifted up her tangled brown hair and furiously dug through it with her fingers, her mind overflowing with thoughts. She looked over her arms to see how bad they were, figuring out that they were covered in bloody gashes and large cuts that already seemed to be infected. She opened the drawer under the sink and pulled out a few rolls of bandages and a bottle of peroxide. She poured the liquid onto her arm only to be greeted by overwhelming pain and discomfort as the peroxide began to fizz up.

She struggled to hold back her screams, forcing her mouth shut and tapping her head on the sink. Once she had waited a minute or so she turned on the faucet and instantly shoved her arms under the cool water. Once she had washed away the remaining peroxide and left over blood she began to wrap her arms in bandages all the way up to her elbows. Her legs felt extremely weak and her face was very pale due to the loss of blood, so she pulled over a stool and began to bandage the rest of her wounded areas although it was mainly her stomach, face and arms. She stared at the long cut across her face, trying to think of a way to fix it. She remembered that when her mother was alive that she loved to sew and that she had taught her how to do it herself. She crept into her mothers now empty room and opened her sewing bag. She quickly pulled out a needle and thread then hurried her way back to the bathroom.

Dani held the needle and thread in her hand, staring at them. "It's going to hurt, but... I-I don't want to look like this... I want my face fixed." She muttered to herself as she began to insert the needle and thread into her skin, beginning to slowly and painfully sew up the cut. She bit onto a towel in order to keep her from screaming or making any noises that could attract her step father. The tears kept streaming down her face, most of which seeped into her cut or the towel she had in her mouth. Once she had finished sewing up the cut she poured peroxide onto another hand towel and started dabbing at her face to clean the wound. As she stared at herself in the mirror for what felt like hours, an overwhelming need to get revenge tugged at her brain. She lifted up her shirt once more to look at older scars caused by bullies and her step father; then it clicked. "I-if everybody... wants to hate me, then fine. If I can't j-just have friends like everybody else and not have to go through this.... this torture, then I'll play it their way. It's my turn to be the bully and they be the victims." She wasn't used to feeling the way she did nor did she know if she liked it that way.

A few days had pasted since she had returned home, and her step father didn't seem to really care about what had happened. She had been refusing to go to school even though her step father didn't care about that either. As they both ate cereal at the table in complete silence she decided to put her plan into effect. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, don't eat my cereal." She said, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Alright just hurry it up." He called to her as she walked down the hallway into the bathroom. She shut the door and began digging in the medicine cabinet for the sleeping tablets her step father had hidden away at the back of the cabinet. A slight smirk spread across her face as she held the bottle in her hand. She opened the bottle and pulled out 2 tablets, quickly shoving them into her pajama bottoms pocket.

As she walked back into the kitchen she noticed that he'd gotten up and left, most likely to go and watch TV in the living room. He had forgotten his beer, making this her best chance. Quickly she picked up his beer and shoving the tablets inside of it. She shook the beer in order for the tablets to dissolve faster. Once they had dissolved, she walked over to the hideous man on the couch. "You forgot your drink. I thought you'd still want it so I brought it over." She said with a fake smile, holding out the drink in front of his face. Giving her a disgusted look he snatched the beer from her hand. It took everything she had to not wildly grin. She went on with her day like she normally would, accept now she had to worry about cleaning her wounds and re-wrapping her arms in clean bandages, and washing her stitched face with peroxide.

After almost 4 hours of waiting for the drugs to take effect she could finally hear the loud snoring of her step father. She peaked into the living room to make sure he was out cold, occasionally poking him every now and then. "I don't have much time...I need to make this quick. A train couldn't even wake him up, but I need to be careful." She muttered to herself as she opened the slider door to her backyard and walked over to the shed with all of her moms old gardening tools. Unlocking the hatch with a spare key she had found, she began to dig through the mound of tools until she found 2 packs of unopened zip ties. She quietly tip toed her way back into the house, making sure to shut the door behind her carefully. As she walked towards the sleeping man she looked for reasonable spots to tie his arms and legs. The couch he was sleeping on was ancient and was already falling apart, thus the bars inside of the arms of the chair were exposed.

She began to tie the mans arms to the bars of the chair, making sure she was careful as to not wake him. "Dammit, I forgot about your legs. Ugggghh." She said, annoyed with herself for not thinking ahead. She stood back with a puzzled look on her face. "Well, this is a little more difficult than I had planned..." She whispered, leaning down on her knee to get a better look. She noticed broken springs and wooden supports inside of the couch. She reached inside of the small holes, using a sharp spring to poke more holes on the other sides of his legs. She inserted the zip ties through the holes and around his legs, making sure they were secure. She chuckled; a strange feeling of happiness had overcome her. "Now just time to wait for you to wake up." She said as she went into the kitchen to gather her preferred weapon. She hummed a random tune as she pulled a 12in steak knife and a sharpener out of the drawer and began to sharpen her weapon.

After an hour or so had passed he had begun to wake up. Yawning, he looked at Dani in the kitchen. "Why am I tied up?? What the fuck is this shit?" He yelled to her, struggling to escape. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She said, turning her head half way to glance at him. "Get me the fuck out of here you little bitch!" He continued to struggle but to no avail. She quickly spun around with the large knife in her hand. "Who's the victim now?" She said with a rather calm expression. "I'll beat your ass little girl! Get me out of these whatever they are!" He continued to yell. She began to get annoyed and filled with rage as memories of the constant abuse entered her head. "Little girl.... So that's how everybody see's me; Just a little girl. I'm not little, I'm 13. Learn what age is smart one. I may be young, but I'm sure as hell not as weak as you." She said, walking towards him until she was in his face with her knife to his throat; her eyes were now almost glowing with rage.

She stood back, taking the knife away from his throat. "I'll show you weak." She scoffed, bending over and pressing the tip of the knife in the middle of his stomach. "Thanks for everything you did, for pushing me to this point. It wasn't just you, it was everyone. And I'll make sure everybody get's their fair share of pain." A large smile spread across her face as she slowly pressed the knife into his stomach. He screamed in agony, struggling even more to try and break free. "You won't be going anywhere, just stay still!" She yelled as she pulled the knife out and flipped it so the blade was facing upwards. She then violently shoved the knife back into his stomach and dragged it upwards towards his neck. His intestines were very visible now, so she drove her knife into his small intestine and pulled outward, thus pulling a good majority of them out of his body. She then began to violently stab him in the chest and genitals, his blood firing out of him and onto her body like a water fountain.

She took a few steps back, admiring her work. Her face was drenched in his blood, and her arms bandages looked like red t-shirt sleeves. "My work here is done." She began laughing uncontrollably despite being out of breath already. After she had finished her laughing episode, she changed her bandages and cleaned her stitches one last time, then took a shower. She jumped into her bedroom and dug through her clothing, pulling out her favorite blue jeans, black t-shirt and dark grey hoodie. She packed clean bandages, and bottle of peroxide, and her knife into her brown satchel that her mom had given her before she died. Before leaving her home, she wrote a message to anyone who would come across it and set it down on the kitchen table. As she was walking out of the door she took one last glance at her step fathers body. "I'll show you who's weak." She said with a grim smile as she walked away from her abusive past, and into a new murderous future.

"Dear Reader, When you are reading this I will be long gone. Far away from this place, I don't want to be haunted by this house's demons for the rest of my life. I'm sorry mom, that I've done what I did... But they all left me no choice. I'm sick of being beaten. I'm sick of being weak. I'm sick of the torture and pain that these worthless human beings have caused me. My name is Danielle Black, and I'm coming for everyone who caused me pain. I'll show them all who's truly the weak one."