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Devil’s train
by:Alice F. TB
“And that's why we don't go to the train” my mother said as she got up from the living room table and went to her room just then my father came in to the room drunk and looked me dead in the eye “what the fuck are you lookin’ at” he yelled “...nothing sir” i mumble as i go the the kitchen to make him some mash potatoes eggs and toast and get him a glass of coconut water to help with the hangover he will have in the morning. 40 minutes later i walk into the living room to see that dad is asleep so i put his food on the table and go to my room
{-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------} “WHAT THE FUCK IS RONG WITH YOU YOU FCKING SLUT YOU A NEW MAN HOME EVERY GOOD DAM DAY” ‘well Kaylin’s home and most likely high’ im sorry this a bad first impression im Aspen Declercq and wilcome to my life or at lest what used to be my life with all of the abuse lets get to the “good part” as some would say it was a late summer night on june 9 2014 when it happened my dad hit me over the head with an beer bottle cutting my forhead and my eye after that my dad pulled out a knife “stop fucking crying you crybaby” and with that he craved the word crybaby on my right cheek when he was done he dropped the knife in front of me and walked off. My mother killed herself about a year ago and my father’s abuse just got worse and my sister ran away and got hit by a car last weak but my dad did not care about my sister i put my hand on my cheek and pick up the knife and run after my dad and when i get up to him i stab him in the heart and twist the knife and yell “TAG YOUR IT” just then i pull the knife and stand over him and watch him as he slowly dies and laughing like a mad man. I bent down and carved “C.B” in his right cheek. I turned on the stove and walked out of that hell hole and made my way to the train tracks. I made my way to the abandoned train and throw a rock at one of the windows and climbed in that's when i saw a figure that looked like my sister with maggots in her eye sockets and her month and writing on the wall that says “this is all for you my child” it was all a burly after that but i can tell you that when i left that place i heard voices mumbling in my head saying something about killing so i walked up to a group of boys that look to be about 13 years old so when i walked up to them i stabbed one of the and whispered “
(part one)
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