Adopted

It Isnt Easy

I can't say its easy, because then I would be lying. When I was adopted my real name was Abby, but then got changed to Ellie, because that was the name of his first kill. I wanted to know what she was like but my father said it didn't matter, as long as she had blood, he was satisfied.

I have a brother too, he wasn't adopted though. His name is Sonny. But my father refuses to let us go outside, unless we need too. We don't go to school, were homeschooled....but I have no friends.

My father adopted me because Sonny refused to kill. That's why im father's favorite....and no...I've never killed. I just help sharpen knifes. Its not fun, I hate the sound of pain.

Every night I go to bed at 10:30...father puts us to bed at that time because exactly at 10:35 he starts to kill, he wants us to hear the pain in the victims voice.

After a kill, I wake up every morning and ask the same thing to my father, "what was the victims name?" My father always answers. Then, I write the names on my wall.

Sonny does it too. It helps us.

I have no mother, I don't know where mother is.

Me and Sonny wish to run away but if father catches us, were dead.

I hate when father kills. The victims are so helpless, they didnt do anything to deserve this, I try to help them, but father never looks away.

I remember once, there was a 19 year old boy named Ness. I didn't sharpen the knifes that day so when my father was done with the stabbing, he was barley alive. But alive.

I spoke to him, I told him he didn't deserve it. All he said was "run".

He thought I was a victim.

But Maybe I am, Maybe me and Sonny are just victims.

But this will change soon....

××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

I deleted love the way you lie and Red. So anyways let me know how this one goes.

XxxxMikeyxxxX