𐬼𐬽𐬿𐬾"𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞."𐬾𐬽𐬼𐬾
CONTENT WARNING: ABUSE/SH/MURDER/SOME FUCKED UP SHIT-
(THIS CHAPTER IS WRITTEN A BIT DIFFERENTLY, AND ITS FUCKED UP. JUST A WARNING.)
(Also. This ABSOLUTELY DOES 𝐍𝐎𝐓 excuse her for all the horrible things she did. My therapist wanted a backstory, so I shall deliver.)

{𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕}
As a child, I've always been strange.
My mother called me, "a devil sent from hell"
My father called me, "a angel sent from heaven"
They had conflicting feelings about me.
Which, is understandable.

I didn't have a normal childhood.
Well, what I lived of it anyways.
I died a few days after my fourteenth birthday.
That's strange, isn't it?

When I was younger, I used to... play, so to speak.
I played with a lot of things.
The neighborhood cats, the kids at school,
And even my own brother.
He was a kind soul, utterly clueless and oblivious.
...
It was excruciatingly 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
Ever time I see his dumb smile, I wanna rip all his teeth out. I wanna tear him apart, from limb to limb. I wanna... play with him.
...
I wanna show him that life isn't about that stupid, ironic, grin of his.

I 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 him to death.
I still can describe the first time I saw him... he looked so beautiful... so kind and innocent...
I wanna be with him forever.

I never got to live a normal life.
I never got to live at all.
The only times I was living was when I played.
So I would play, and play, and play...
With anything I could find.
...
Three kids went missing. One was killed.
Who's fault was that?
Pedestrians would find corpses of dogs and cats laying around the town.
Who's fault was that, I wonder?

I remember the first time I felt pain.
Oh, how glorious it was...
How I love my family so.
But I personally prefer it done by my own hands.

Mother would often try and dispose of me.
Understandable, really. I mean, who wouldn't?
...
My father wouldn't. He cared for me more than anyone.
Well. Not anyone. He adored that 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭.
I don't know why he did. I saw nothing in her, really.
All I saw was opportunity.
So I took it.
...
I can recall the time the news came on.
Oh, how devastated my father was.
His tears were delightful to see streaming down his throat.
I never thought I'd love father this much, right?

Who would've known things would turn out this way?

My mom suspected me.
My mom couldn't handle it.
My mom tried to eliminate herself from the equation.
What a fruitless attempt, really.

I hope he understands how much I love him.
How much I love all the things I play with.
Cause in the end,
Even for him, and even for me,
Everything is going to be okay.