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I'm Happy! I truly am happy, but like all the good things, my happiness began to fade away.

I went home quietly trying not to wake up my mom and dad. While I tiptoed up the stairs, I hear my mom getting up.

"Midnight? Is that you? Why have you come so late darling?" She says in a motherly like tone just in case it was someone else with the house key. I don't answer. If I do, who knows what kind of beating she will give me.

"If you are a theif take Midnight she
is precious has a good body and is adopted anyway so I don't care about her."My mom says......What?!?!?! I got out of the shadows and glare at her. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife, some matches, and some gasoline from the cupboard under the sink.

"I'm what!" I screamed. She and the other guy abused me! Several of times. ALL the time! If they aren't my real parents, I'll kill them! I swear I will.  Every went deathly silent.

"Oh it's you. Go to bed before I beat you to a pulp." She said. I smirked and started to scrape the wooden stares.

"I don't think you will this time. I know you won't move at all." I said menacingly and already up onto the second floor but I'm still hiding in the shadows. She won't see me coming. The animal(adoptive mother) moved closer to the edge of the stairs. Perfect.

"Why don't you come up Midnight and put it to the test! You wouldn't even dare to kill me. You're just a little-"While she was talking I snuck behind her.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Lucia~In fact, I'm quite mature enough to live by myself!"I screamed while stabbing her in the back. She fell down the stairs and layed there lifeless on the first floor.

"What the hell is going on in here!?!?" John says. I turn around with an evil grin on my face. My knife is still covered in the blood of Lucia.

"Oh hello John~ Why are you up? You need a good rest, here let me help you~" I said while grabbing John from his arm, and stabbing him in the heart.

"You fucking bitch!" Were John's last words. I kept on stabbing him until I was sure he was completely dead. After I was done, I finally realised something.....where the hell am I going to live now?!?! I can't live in the crime scene. Then I would be a suspect for the murder. Trying to think clearly....I made a plan. I created a recording with a deeper voice and named the voice Nightmare. It said;

They deserved to die! I killed them with a purpose, and I do not regret committing the murder. Whenever I find Midnight, she will die too! This whole family is a fraud. Pretending they loved one another. Just like a Dollhouse. No one knew exactly what was going inside, except me.

After that, I got changed out of the bloody clothing and into a black fitted crop top that says 'I'm a keeper' and some dark blue Skinny jeans with black flower patterns. I grabbed my 'just in case' money that was about 2 million dollars. I went to the back yard and left my suitcases there. I went back inside and started to spill all the gasoline in the house. When I was finally done, I lit a match and threw it carelessly on the ground.

I ran out while the house has broken into flames and grabbed my suitcases. We lived away from other people to not get noise complaints. Especially from me when I was always screaming in agony while being tortured.

I began to run and run until I was close to my school. I sat down on a bench in the front of my school. Then I heard the school doors open.

"Thank you so much for having me."I heard a low voice say. It gave me chills. I then heard footsteps coming my way. I looked up to see a handsome man. He had dark brown fluffy hair and beautiful hazel orbs for eyes. He has a muscular build and his face is quite literally perfection. I instantly recognised him......He looked into my eyes, intrigued.

"Cole Woods....please tell me you remember me..."I said very lightly but I could tell he heard. His eyes widened. He shook his head. Oh...

"I'm sorry but who are you?"He said, and it broke my heart even more than it was.

"Midnight Rose....." I said while staring into his eyes. It seemed that he was also staring into my eyes like if he was in a trance.

"I-it's okay if you d-don't remember me......I have to go anyways." I said. Little did I know I left my sketch book.










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