NB: story is in POV
As it seems once again I have been abandoned by the people I thought I could trust. My biological parents left me to my drunk uncles care at the age of 6,he used me as a servant, I played his bills, when I was 15 he began to r*pe me. I was devastated, when I got pregnant at 17 he forcibly aborted the baby without my consent, and he did it again and again. When I asked to be able e to study in the university he locked me up in the house and continuously r*ped me until the doctor said I would never be able to have children again and right after my uncle killed the doctor and r*ped me again, at this point I had enough, I was nineteen and I was pleading for death to come and take me out of my misery as suicide was my predominant thought but when i was twenty I thought, why should I die and he live?
I grabbed a piece of broken glass that he broke when he was trying to beat me up and stabbed him on the left side of his chest as he slept lazily on the couch, my sudden attack woke him up but it was too late for him after all if he had a heart he wouldn't have done all that he did as he died by my hand the blood that splashed on my face trickled down my cheek, but I wasn't disguised by it, I actually liked the smell of him dieing slowly in the house he deflowered me.
I am Alice Terror and I am out for revenge for my wasted tears.
