Prosthetics XVI (16)

“Samantha, the police stopped by before you woke up.” Mr. Lee said to his wife that morning. It was 10:18 am and earlier, the police stopped by. Since Mrs. Lee was still asleep then, the police talked to her husband. They had told Mr. Lee something important and they gave him something they found.

“They found her?” Mrs. Lee said, her voice rising with hope. Mr. Lee shook his head. Mrs. Lee suddenly lost hope. They would never find Christine. She could be dead for all they know.

Mr. Lee handed his wife a necklace. It was Christine’s necklace that had an emerald and a Wicca symbol. He told his wife that police found it at a man’s house. The man was Paul and he was found dead. Mrs. Lee cried and snatched the necklace, holding it in her hands and caressing it. She was still alive. Where could she be? She thought.

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This past week has been nothing but horrifying to me. It all happened so fast. First, I got kidnapped, and then I find out that the killer Corey is my father, I go stay with a man named Paul, and he beats me for three days, and then, he stabs me. I have been killed. All of this scared me. I didn’t know what was going on. I want to leave Corey and be with my family. But Corey won’t let me. He says that I’m his and I have to live with him forever.

I don’t want to live with him forever. I want to leave.

I searched through Corey’s bedroom. I looked at the door he replaced. He had probably hacked it when he went after Purity. That’s when I thought that he could kill me too, even if I’m his daughter. That’s what disturbs me. I needed to escape now.

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That night, I planned my escape without Corey knowing. He would only try to stop me. When he falls asleep, I will escape the house and get help. But during the time I was supposed to put my plan in action, Corey kept me in the bedroom. He said that he didn’t want me to escape so that’s why he tied my leg to the bed post. I cursed out loud.

Since the bedroom door was open, I could see that he lied on the couch, sleeping. If I could untie my leg then, I would be able to leave this place. But first, I wanted to make a call. I struggled to untie the rope around my right ankle. Once I untied my leg, I got off the bed and accidentally, I tripped over my own feet when I was out of the bedroom.

I fell to the ground and there was a loud thud. I saw Corey jump and become startled in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up. I felt relieved. Thank god he didn’t wake up or I would be in serious trouble.

Quietly, I crawled over to the front door. I stood up and placed my had on the door knob. Anxiety washed all over me and soon enough, I became nervous. What happens if he wakes up? What then? What would I do? There was only one way to find out. Slowly, I turned the knob and opened the door. As I opened the door, there was a creaking noise. The stupid door made a loud noise!

“Is someone there?” Corey called out. I seized in fear. He was awake! I stood there, not moving or making a sound for a minute before Corey started to scream,

“Christine!”

I guess he noticed that I wasn’t in the bedroom. Now, I was in serious trouble. I heard his loud footsteps come closer to me. He sounded menacing. Soon, I could see his shadow. My eyes widened with fear. I became paralyzed with trepidation. I couldn’t run away.

He came over to me and slammed the door shut as hard as he could. The room started to shake. He suddenly grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall. My feet weren’t touching the floor. Corey kept me up in the air, against the wall, with his strong hand around my throat. I kicked, trying to pry his hand off. It didn’t work. I knew why he was doing this.

“So, you’re trying to escape, huh?” He shouted. “Well that’s not going to happen!” He slammed my head against the wall hard. I winced. By looking at his face, I could see that he looked deranged. Very deranged.

“You’re just like Purity,” He stated in a low and menacing voice. Suddenly,

his lips curled into a devious smile. He was up to something.

“Wait…if you’re just like Purity then, you should end up just like her. I love you Christine, but I’ve been thinking about it and…” He smiled. I wasn’t going to let him kill me. He let me go finally and I dropped to the floor. I watched him go into the closet and he pulled out something. What he pulled out was an axe.

Oh no, I thought. This was very bad.

I made a run for it. I ran for the basement instead of leaving the house. I swung the basement door opened and hurried down the stairs. I could hear him coming after me. He was walking slowly. Maybe he wanted me to hide or something. I glanced around the room, looking for some kind of a weapon. I noticed a table with various tools and weapons. The rusted hack saw interested me so I grabbed it. What would I do with a hack saw?

There was a small room that was in the basement but Corey used it as a closet. I decided to hide in there for a while. Too bad there was no lock on the door.

“You can run but you can’t hide!” He laughed. He was getting closer. I began to cry. I wished this wasn’t happening to me. He continue to call my name and he started to mock me. When he spoke, he sounded more than deranged.

Two minutes later, he still didn’t find me so I let out a relieved sigh. I began to think about what he’s doing right now. Maybe he’s searching for me in the basement still. Who knows what he’s doing.

I’m suddenly pulled from my thoughts as the door swings open. There stands Corey, grasping onto the axe as if it was his prized possession. It could be. He yanked me out of the closet. I still had the hack saw. He saw that I had it and he laughed at me.

“Oh honey, that’s not going to do anything. You want to see something?” He laughed at me, pulling out a knife. He instantly slashed me with it. He slashed my breast, making slash marks through my shirt, and blood gushing out. I cried out in pain. Then, he dropped the knife and raised the axe at me. This was it…

He leaned in closer to me and I used the hack saw and slashed his throat with it. I backed away as he widened his eyes and dropped the heavy axe. He dropped to his knees and grabbed onto my shirt. I watched the blood gush out of his neck. I saw the look on his face. The look on his face said, "Why did you do this?" I was just as terrified as he was. A terrified look was on my face. Corey gasped for breath and kept gripping onto my shirt, blood oozing out on his shirt. He tore part of my shirt and we both looked at each other. Then, he fell backwards and died.

I dropped to the hard floor and cried into my hands. I couldn’t believe what did. I was horrified by my actions. I almost felt guilty for what I did. I could never kill someone. How could I? But for some twisted, sick reason, it felt good. Part of me felt good about killing Corey, my biological father. I was in fact the daughter of a killer. Maybe I had it in my blood? Maybe…

I stood up, grabbed the axe my father had dropped and began to dismember his body, cutting it into different pieces. It all felt good when I did it. In fact, it felt so good that I kept on doing it and doing it until I grew tired…

The end?