Ever since I was born I was hidden from everyone, my mum and dad were ashamed of me, told everyone I died when my mother gave birth to me but that they were so happy that they still had one child who was perfect in their eyes and that they loved her, my twin, more than everything.
But they never knew that I was locked in the attic and never allowed to come out... They all hated me even my sister from birth... yes I know you might be thinking ‘but you’re both only babies how could that be?’ well let’s just say being able to read minds comes in handy and being in such a difficult situation I learned to remember everything that I could being able to understand complex conversations by the age of two weeks... and with the help of my people giving me the correct amount of information about human strait into my mind also helped... and then there is the situation about my twin sister (Rachel) she took after my mum and dad in the situation of hating me since she was born, she annoyed me the most out of all of them.
So one day when we were about two weeks old I killed my twin sister. To me this was not an exaggeration about her thoughts about me I hated her she was human and fitted in I didn’t why couldn’t it of been her not me hey? So yes I killed her one night whilst everyone slept I ripped open the door which locked me away from society, found Rachel sleeping in her cot, climbed in and ripped her limb from limb first ripping her heart out so she wouldn’t make a sound and once I was satisfied with what I had done I crept back up to my room (the attic) cleaned myself from the blood and went to sleep.
That morning when my parents went into see Rachel, let’s just say that they didn’t handle it well and knew strait away it was me... My mother then gave my father the job of getting rid of me... to kill me... that didn’t end very well let’s just say that by the age of three weeks my so called dad had several scars going down his neck and on his arms.
Once they decided to try and stab me to death which didn’t work I just healed and started to attack again they thought to just starve me to death this lasted until I was four they didn’t have anything to do with me other than every few days climbing up the ladder to see if I was still alive chained to the back wall to stop me from getting away.
By me saying that it only lasted until I was four my ‘not so’ parents sold me away... to my own uncle... he was the only other person to know who I was and well he seemed to like me but not in a way of accepting me for what I was more like I was something which he could use for whatever he wanted and after paying for me he did exactly that... at least my mum and dad got something from me being in their lives, money.
So by the age of four I was disowned by my family, a murderer and sold to be tortured for the rest of my life... such a wonderful tale this one is turning out to be isn’t it? And don’t worry it gets even worse, at every moment so far in my life when things just started to become perfect they get ripped away leaving me on my own once again.
So back to me being with my uncle, he was a well built man and could easily throw his weight in any way you could think... not the best thing in my situation.
He did what he wanted to do for about five months starting the day he got me to his house stuffed in the back of his van so no one would see me... I could tell he was looking forwards to it by the look on his face when he came to get me out of the attic that day... such a disgusting man!
The only reason it went on for only five months because he got bored and thought that he could get something out of me other than being a toy for him to play with starting the next chapter in my life where I was sold to be tortured all day and all night the only rest I could get was when one person left and the next was coming into the room other than when YOU came in... YOU the worst of them all the one I wish never happened the most, the one which I would rather die than have what he did to me.
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