Narrator
       
        When you were young you were abused. Mentally and physically​, it was horrible. Now 16 your sitting in your room contemplating life. All your sanity gone.

        You think of your mother. The woman who birthed you. The woman that should love you but doesn't. The woman to treats you like literal shit. Why'd she even give birth to you? Maybe you were a mistake on a late night stand.

        You think of your father. He's probably not even your father. As if you gave a fuck. He looked nothing like you. His features and yours didn't match in the slightest. Your once beautiful (H/C) hair now cut short and ruined doesn't match his brown hair. Your deep (E/C) eyes no where near close to his faded blue ones. No, you didn't look like him. You didn't want to. Partially because of all the abuse and torture he put you through and the other half because you wanted out of the hell hole you were stuck in.

        You then think of your brother. Only acouple years younger than you. You remember the times when things were good between you and him. How you two slowly drifted apart. Of how your " parents" taught him to hate you. You loved him but couldn't stand the fact that he now hated you. 

        Your snapped out of your trance by your father entering your room with a loud "bang".

Your fathers point of view

        I was downstairs with my son and wife. Drinking my beer I stared at me wife Aurora. Getting up i walked over to her and asked her what she was doing. She didn't reply. She only walked off to talk to her son. I threw my bottle at her.

"Bitch"

        She gave me a angry look at yelled at me

"Im tires of this Ed. We've fucked up our lives. We've fucked up our childrens lives! "

" As if you give a fuck. That little whore upstairs is not my child..."

" fine... Have your way. Just leave my dear son alone. "

        Now mad I walked upstairs to the creature's room.I busted in her room to find her sitting on her bed. With a disgusted look on my face I grab her by the hair and yank her onto the floor. She doesn't move. Neither does she say anything.

        I kick her to get a reaction out of her. Still not a word or movement. Now agaitated at her stubbornness I walk out only to come back in with a whip in hand.

        Slashing her across the back she yelps in pain. Now smiling i strike at her again and again and again, until im tired. Dropping the whip i walk out to go back downstairs and sit on the couch. Leaving the bitch to wither away.

Your point of view

        Crying madly on the floor I wanted to give up. Just lay on the floor till my heart got the jist and gave out. But something snapped in me. Something that's been deep in me for years. Clawing it way out. Only to emerge now..... My insanity

        Slowly getting up I ignore the stinging around my body and make my way to my drawer. Inside held a tiny pocket knife I used to slice my wrists with. Deciding that the knife wasn't big enough i headed over to my parents room. I started rummaging through their draws until i found a good sized knife.

        Walking back into my room i hid behind my door started yelling for my "father". Calling him all sorts of bitches.

        Finally he walked in. Enraged at the looks of it. When he fully walked in I closed the door,locked it, and pounced on him from behind. Him, not going down without a fight,backed up and slammed me against the wall. Finally i was able to slit his throat.

        Jumping off of his back i watched him fall to the floor and bleed to death. Smirking I unlocked the door. Fully knowing that my mother would be coming up in a few seconds.

Third Person

        Your mother, still downstairs, heard multiple thumps. One right after the other. A few minutes later she heard a big thud and then silence.

        Getting curious she got up and and told her son to stay put. Slowly she walked up the stairs towards your room. The door was slightly cracked. She opened it and gasped at the horror she saw.

Your point of view

        As soon as I heard my mother gasp. I walked right in front of her and smiled.

" hello Aurora"

        With only those two words I pushed her against the wall. Pressing my blood covered knife against her throat. Pressing harder. Smiling at the fear in her face. Finally i got bored and slit her throat with just one swipe.

        Walking down the stairs I saw my brother cowering in the corner in fear. I smirked and told him to come here. He didn't budge.

        I walked over to the table got a chair and placed it in the middle of the room. I then walked to the tv and got the HDMI cord.

        Walking over to him calmly I grabbed him by the arm and forced him on the chair. I tied him to the chair with the HDMI tightly and went into the kitchen for a lighter. Once I found one I went into the garage for gasoline.

        With the gasoline in hand I covered my brother in it. Then did the rest of the house the same. I opened the door and poured a trail to where I would start the fire. When i was done I turnt around and watched my brother stare and curse at me.

        I frowned and then lit the lighter and dropped it on the gasoline trail. Causing my brother and the house to go up in flames.

        As he was screaming I started smiling. Then laughing....

" I truly am Insane..."

        I said as a single tear ran down my face....

Author Note: 1007 words not counting the author note. 😅 I hope you guys liked it. I thunk that its an upgrade don't you?