before the breaking point
Drip.... drip.... drip.... drip.... The sound the pipes made in young Alexis`s room. She slept in the basment of her fathers house her long brown hair alway tangled her skin pale. He was a crazy man always drunk and angry poor Alexis had to watch something her amber eyes will never forget as he beat her mother to death a month ago the meomery of her mothers bloody mangled face etched into the young 8 year olds head forever, the groossem sight of blood, bone, and tissue ripped apart and splatered across the kitchin. Ever sinse then Alexis has been hiding around the house evoding her father who sinse has been drinking more making him more vilont he didn`t even bother to clean up the mess. Yes thats right the kitchen is still a smelly crime scean the only thing that was changed was the womens body was moved to the back yared and into the burn barrel were he rosted hotdogs over the corps as it burned. The nearest people was the person across the road that wasn`t at his home much normaly away so no one was there to see the horer. Alexis has troble facing the trama ofton she slips out side and into the woods to eat berrys and other things her mother tought her was edibal just to avoid going into the kitchen of coures it`s still summer so when winter comes she`ll have a new problem to deal with. Alexis is currentaly siting and listing to the pipes.... drip... drip... drip... drip... they go wearing away Alexis`s mind. when shes not going for food or runing around the house from her father she was here listing to the pipes.... dirp.... drip... dirp... drip... over and over again in a never ending cycle of torment. sometimes she swears she hears a fuzzy stadic simller to the one that the TV makes when it goes out but nothings ever there.... at lest that she seesJoin Qfeast to read the entire story!
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