I woke up and yawned loudly. I got up from my bed and went downstairs to get my morning beatings. I was hoping that I would get breakfast, but it was highly unlikely, since yesterday I got torture. Maybe My father would take pity on the state that I'm in. I highly doubt that he would, considering he killed my mother even in the awful state that she was in.

I was greeted by a little girl, who I was unfamiliar with. "Hi! My name is lizzy! I'm 7 years old! How old are you?" She gleamed. I stood in confusion. "I'm 16" I said shyly, not matching up to her happy tone. Lizzy had a feeling I never had. Joy. The happy girl looked at me, then frowned. "Why is there red stuff all over you?" She asked. Her voice was squeaky, but kinda raspy.

I glanced at all the blood over me. My father doesn't let me take showers, because he wants me to rot. When I go to the school nurse, I get to take a shower there. I quickly realized what I was going to say to Lizzy.

"It's...it's um...I kinda...My father...umm.......It's...Marker! Yeah, I was... Painting my face but It got out of hand!" I stammered, not wanting to ruin her happiness. Lizzy stared, then switched her frown to a beaming smile.

"How did you get in my house?" I asked kindly. "Daddy adopted me!"

I gasped at what Lizzy had said. "But...you're happy..."I said, defeated. Lizzy nodded."Yup! Daddy is so nice! He is like the best dad in the world!" She beamed. I looked at her in utter confusion. Surely she was talking about another father and there was a complete mixup and she somehow ended up here.

Lizzy was greeted by my father slapping her. Lizzy started to cry. "You are going to be fun for me." My father whispered in lizzy's ear. Lizzy cried in horror and shock as my father picked her up and went to his room and put her on the rack. I quickly hurried upstairs to try and stop my father. I watched as he tied Lizzy to the rack. Lizzy stopped crying and stared with watery eyes.

My father got a rope from one of the drawers, forced me on my knees, and tied me up. "Lizzy!" I screamed. It was no use trying to escape. My father wanted me to watch Lizzy, my only adopted little sister, get tortured. Lizzy took deep breaths, being aware of my father grabbing a knife from the counter. I only just met Lizzy, but she was just 7! And she was gonna get tortured.

My father gave out a sly grin. I gave out a disgusted sigh, knowing my father liked to torture people for fun. My father stabbed Lizzy's arm, making blood to splash out of her arm. She screamed uncontrollably, and cried at the same time. My father took the knife out, making Lizzy Groan loudly. She stopped screaming and crying and looked at my father.

He looked deeply annoyed at how fast she started to scream from her heart. "By just one stab, you start screaming from the heart? You know I'm going to stab you more than just one time. You're weak and stupid. No wonder no one else wanted to adopt you." My father said, with annoyance at the edge of his voice.

Lizzy had big round watery eyes. "How come you were so nice to me at the orphanage?!?! Now you're just a big jerk!"

My father chuckled."well, I have to show the people what good of a parent I am, so I could adopt you just so I could have my fun."

"But you're the worst person!"

"Exactly."

Lizzy gasped. I grew wide with anger. My father went to the bathroom and came back with a bowl of acid. And a bathtub, a bit bigger than Lizzy herself. My father dropped the bowl of acid into the tub, filling it with acid.My father untied Lizzy and dropped her in the tub. Lizzy screamed as the acid slowly ate and boiled her flesh, slowly making bits of bone be visible.

"LIZZY!NO!" I shook, eager to help the screaming little girl. Lizzy successfully got out of the tub of boiling acid. My father quickly put Lizzy back in the tub, put special gloves on, put a dog collar on her neck, chained the dog collar to the tub drain, and left her there. The chain pulled her head in the acid making her shake and struggle. "Lizzy! Yank the drain! Yank the drain!" I yelled at Lizzy. She couldn't hear me, as her ears were burning from the acid.

Lizzy knew that she wouldn't live. She would never see anything ever again.
I saw 2 bubbles come from the tub of acid. Tears poured down my cheeks as I started to cry in defeat.

My father started to laugh and give a sinister grin. I fell to the floor, crying on the floor. My father untied me and kicked me out of the house.

I walked to school in pure silence. Lizzy was my first friend. I should have done something instead of letting my father tie me up. I should have punched the hell out of him. But I didn't. It's my fault Lizzy is dead.