Mary's pov

I woke up in my bed. I had black hair and putted on a red shirt. I walked down the stairs to school.

I then saw my drunk dad on the floor sleeping (yeah I bet you know this one). I was hearing voices in my bead telling me to do bad stuff, but I ignored them.

I was once again being beaten up and then I snapped. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and killed her.

I liked killing and decided that I should do it more. I got home with my abusive dad drunk as ever.

I killed him too.

I died my hair black and blood red. Putted black makeup on my face, and putted on a pink tank top and shorts.

And called myself 'mary the killer'