Lizzie walked into her brother’s room, crying.
“Alex, I’m scared” Lizzie said after her parent had beaten her in a drunken rage after she got a seventy on her math test.
“It’s okay Liz, come here” Alex said patting the space on the bed next to him.
“Alex I’m bleeding” Lizzie said showing her brother her arm. There was a streak of red against her pale skin.
“I’ll bandage it” Alex said grabbing some bandages and some alcohol pads.
“I don’t think they love me” Lizzie said, crying even more, wincing at the pain with the pad touching her arm.
“No they are just drunk” Alex said wrapping a bandage on Lizzie’s arm.
“We have to do something, this can’t be okay” Lizzie said.
“It’s okay I will always be here” Alex said cutting the end of the bandage off.
“Lair, you going to college next year” Lizzie said pointing an accusing finger.
“Well, when I’m not here……you can use this” Alex said handing her a white bunny plush.
“Really” Lizzie said holding the plush and looking at it as if he had just given her a piece of trash, “I’m twelve”.
“You’re never too old for toys” Alex said trying to cheer Lizzie up, but failing.
“No, when you are at college you are safe from mom and dad, you can tell someone and” Lizzie said standing up and looking Alex right in the eye. “You can take care of me”.
“What” Alex said, not sure of what his sister was making in her head.
“Promise me” Lizzie said. Alex wasn’t sure of what to do.” PROMISE ME” Lizzie yelled. Alex didn’t what his parents to come in and hurt them because of Lizzie’s yelling.
“Fine” Alex said, “I promise”.
It was a year later, Alex had moved to a college and Lizzie and he wrote each other letters. Lizzie wrote to him about her days of abuse with her mom and dad and begging him for help while Alex wrote about his work and friends he was making trying to ignore the fact that the letters Lizzie wrote were soaked in tears. Alex stopped writing to Lizzie because he was guilty. He couldn’t really help Lizzie. He didn’t want to take care of the handful his sister was and he didn’t want her going to some random family. His parents couldn’t be that bad to her, right.
Lizzie was at her grandmother’s house. Her grandmother was going to a nursing home because she didn’t have anyone to take care of her since her husband died a week before. Lizzie was very close to her grandmother since she was the only people who would talk to her was kids that were just trying to be her friend because of her wealthy parents who thought she had the latest things. Lizzie was going into her grandmother room to ask her something when she stopped in her tracks. Her grandmother was on a stool with her head inside a noose.
“Grandma, wha-, why” Lizzie said, not knowing what to do. She wasn’t near a phone and no one else was in the house.
“My dear Lizzie, you are pathetic, you are weak, you are afraid to tell anyone about your parents. I am tired of being a part of a greedy and horrible family. Our riches come to our head and make us monsters. I won’t become you parents. I want to be with my husband. I want to be happy.” Her grandmother said.
“You won’t go to heaven, and you won’t be happy, please don’t do this” Lizzie said, while crying.
Then her grandmother said “You are no good Lizzie, you are going to fall into greed just like your parent, you weak little…”
With that she jumped off the stool. Lizzie ran towards her grandmother, but was too late. She ran into her grandmother’s body and cried. She called the police. She was trembling and her parents were called. They pretended to act sorry about the grandmother, but when they got home they said that it was good that she was dead. They got her riches and became even wealthier. Lizzie was crying to loud that night and the parents came into the room and beat her.
A few months later Lizzie was diagnosed with psychosis. She was given medication to help her with her mental disorder. It didn’t help though because her parents would restrict her from her pills when they were drunk. They found it to be a good punishment is she disobeyed there orders.
It was Lizzie’s sixteenth birthday. Of course she didn’t have a party. All the kids at her school were afraid of her because of her frequent meltdowns and metal breakdowns she would have because of her parents taking away her medication. They were afraid because it was rumored that she cut herself because of the bandages around her forearms that her parents caused. They didn’t see the bandages around her legs because her parents made her wear pants and long knees sock that had black and gray stripes. The school called the parents about the bandages and the break downs. The parents thought that Lizzie was running their reputation as highly dignified people and would beat her every time there was a call from the school.
She was cuddling with her only stuffed animals that she got from her brother and her grandparents. She looked up and screamed. “GET AWAY FROM ME, NO, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME” she put her hands over her face and kept yelling. She wobbled towards the living room where her parents were getting drunk. She had her hands over her face and was crying.
“What are you doing here, we told you not to come into the living room” said the drunken Mrs. Fallheart.
“Please, please” said Lizzie crying, not wanting to get hit.
“Tell us what you need you stupid girl” said the father, who would have yell if he wasn’t exhausted from the alcohol.
“My pills” said Lizzie, who had her hands to her forehead as if she had a bad headache.
“I know what you need” said Mrs. Fallheart as she rose from her chair.
“Please no” said Lizzie fearing for another beating.
“You need to learn that when we say to stay away from something, you stay away” said Mrs. Fallheart coming closer to Lizzie.
“Please just give me my pills” Lizzie said, holding her arms above her head for protection.
“YOU NEED LISTEN TO YOU PARENT WHEN THEY TELL YOU NOT TO COME INTO THE LIVING ROOM” said Mrs. Fallheart, in a drunken rage. Then the Mrs. Fallheart crashed the wine bottle over Lizzie’s head. Lizzie fell to the ground. Her head was bleeding. Lizzie was on the floor on her stomach. Mrs. Fallheart pointed the broken end of the wine bottle towards Lizzie room and said “Get out you pathetic little swine”. Lizzie couldn’t get to her feet and crawled her way to her room. She got up and went to her desk and grabbed some bandages and ointment. She got some tweezers and pulled out the little blood cover specks of glass. She got on her bed and cried, hugging a white bunny plush against her black night shirt.
She looked up again and said “Please stop torturing me, please” she got up from the bed and went toward her desk. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pocket knife. She got it after a fight at her school. The pocket knife went towards her feet like it asking her to pick it up. In the confusion of the fight no one saw her pick it up.
“If you won’t stop I will stop you” she said. She started slashing the pocket knife at nothing. When she stopped, she had a look of happiness. “It has been a while since I smiled” she said and looked at the pocket knife and went towards two of her stuffed animals. She got a marker and wrote “mom” on one and “dad” she tied two ropes to the ceiling and hung the two stuffed bunnies. She then took the pocket knife and stabbed their faces in. She started laughing and trashed her room.
She destroyed and flipped everything except for the white bunny plush. She started to cry, but were they tears of joy or sadness. The black tears seemed to cling to the wall like goo. She took a needle and some thread from one of her drawers and spread the thread around the room. She carved a huge smile across one of the walls in the room.
When she destroyed everything but the bunny plush she held it close to her and petted it. “Oh, Alex” she said. “My parents should be like yours, shouldn’t they” she held the bunny in front of her face and made its head go back and forth. “Alex, we have to wait thought, do you remember what my mom did to me, they will hurt me” She looked at the pocket knife that was in her other hand, “And this is too weak, I have to get something stronger”. She looked dreamily up in the air holding the bunny to her chest, her tears streaming down her face. Her tears stained the bunny’s white color turned it solid black. Whenever she hugged the plush tighter, you could see the goo coming out of its body.
She would occasionally go to her door and crack it open and would look down the hallway. It was eleven thirty when she creped down the hallway. “Wait” she said looking at the bunny plush. “I have to get someone a present. She went down a hallway and found a door. There were boxes scattered around the room. She went to one marked “toys”. She ripped it open and pulled out a green plush and put them in the pocket of her black shorts along with her black bunny plush and her pocket knife.
She went to the kitchen and grabbed two large steak knives. She sneaked into her parent’s room. They were fast asleep. She went over to her father, who was completely covered in the thick sheet of the bed. She held the knife over his head and started to stab. Her father’s scream awakened her mother and the mothers ran out of the room, but not before Lizzie throw a knife at her. Lizzie was aiming towards her mother’s head, but missed and it hit her mother’s leg. The mother still tried to run out. The father was struggling to get out of the thick blankets he was trapped in. Lizzie killed him before he could even get one arm out of the sheets. When she was done his face was so mutilated, it just looked like a pool of crushed bone and blood. Mrs. Fallheart was too wounded to run and Lizzie caught up to her and knocked her over. Lizzie sat on top of her mother.
“Do you see what you have done” Lizzie said.
“Please Lizzie please” Mrs. Fallheart said. Lizzie started laughing.
“You asked me for forgiveness” Lizzie said toying with the knife over Mrs. Fallheart’s head. Lizzie started laughing.
“You are the stupid girl, not me” she said remembering something her father told her. “You never loved me, you deserve to die” Lizzie said holding the knife up. “Goodbye mother, see you in hell” Lizzie said before stabbing her mother’s face in. Lizzie was crying the weird black goo again. “Is this my sanity leaking from my head” Lizzie said clutching her face. She licked the blood from her knife and smiled. Her smile was too big for her face and her teeth looked jagged. It seemed like the bigger her eyes, the smaller her pupils went until it looked like a little black dot in an ocean of white. Her straight blond hair got clotted with blood and the hair tangled. It was like the blood was changing her.
When her mother stopped moving, Lizzie put her hand in the pool of blood that was her mother’s face. She put a smile on the wall that was identical to the one she carved on her wall. “Might as well let the house smile” Lizzie said. She looked around and found a pen and paper. It was so weird how she looked so natural, lying on her stomach and swaying her legs back and forth when she wrote. It was like she didn’t notice her mother’s corpse right next to her. She wrote a note to her brother, Alex, me. This is the note.
Hi my dear, bastard of a brother, it’s been a long time hasn’t it. You think that ignoring my letters can help you. Did you think I was crazy when I told you about that pocket knife that I found and thought it was calling to me? Do you even remember anything before collage? I doesn’t seem like it since you left all that stuff behind, didn’t you. I know you have been avoiding me because you feel guilty. Guilty because you won’t tell anyone about me, guilty that you promised me that you would help me, but you didn’t help at all. You are my brother and you betrayed me, Alex. You betrayed your sister, who did nothing but love you. You knew what was happing to me and didn’t nothing. I coming and I will be leaving a present for you. A special warning before I come in a stab your bastard face in. I am coming for you Alex and nothing will stop me from getting my revenge.
At the end she put her hand on my mother’s face and drew a smile with her blood. After that she left the area. The sound proof walls prevented anyone from hearing the noise do she got away. A day later the school tried to call the parent, but of course the dead don’t have cell phones. The school got worried and called the police. When the police came by they noticed my name on the letter. They contacted me and told me to come to the station. I was worried at first that mom and dad could have beaten my sister to death, but of course I was wrong.
When I went they showed me the evidence, the gold hairs, the black lace that was ripped from her knee socks, the footage, and the note. They put me in the witness protection program. An officer came with me to my house so I could get some things before I had to move. I am writing this because when I came home, there was a green bunny plush hanging in front of my door with my name scribbled on it and its face stabbed in.