Birds were singing, the room was bare, I was on a mat. I looked at myself and saw band-aids around my arms and legs. I felt the rush of pain in my limbs all the sudden. Don't cry, don't cry. I must have hurt my self. 

I am Emily, I am 6, my daddy a mean man, but he taught me that no one will ever love me. I am glad Daddy is honest to me.

 girl came into my room. "Dear, you are awake!" She said.

"I feel like shit..." I mumbled. "Oh, sorry that's my fault, I gave you some rum to help the pain but you probably haven't had it before." She told me and laughed. Wait, that laugh is quite masculin. "Are you a guy or a girl?" I asked them. "Oh, dear, I am Yao, I am indeed a guy." He told me.

"Sir, do you live with anyone?" I asked. " Yes, my boyfriend." He told me. That is just perfect.

"I need to talk to him." I told the man. I will finally have Daddy's love. Finally I can make Daddy proud! "Sure thing, he is here I'll go get him now." He told me and left the room. I stood up now being able to stand. Thank god I have support. I took off my band-aids. I took out my knife and hid it behind me.

He came in. He is so tall. "Talk." Is all he said to me. "I am Emily, I am being raised by the one of the world's best criminals. He doesn't really think I've improved in my fighting so I decided I needed to grow up." I started explaining, "So, be prepared to die." I told him and charged. He stepped out of the way last second and since the walls are made of that weird paper stuff I ran threw it.

I fell down but got back up. I was lifted off the ground. I looked behind me to see Yao. "Dear, what are you doing?" He asked me. I bursted into tears, "I just want Daddy to care for me.." I cried.Yao felt bad and hugged me. I took that chance and stabbed him.

He quickly dropped me and I charged at the other man and cut his leg. I then stabbed him in the chest repeatedly. "Dad-dy. Will. Love. Me!" I screamed before I was ripped off of him. Yao held me far away from him so I couldn't cut him again. They other got up and took the knife from me.

I was tossed out like trash and couldn't get back in. I looked at myself. No change. I was pissed no one just treats me like trash. Now I had no weapon, but they still have hearts. They have feelings, yes! That is it I don't need to kill them, just their souls. I thought about everything, while there Yao felt bad when I was sad. I'm pretty cute. He would feel bad if he found a cute thing in pain.

This is pretty morbid but I did it anyways. I went into the Bamboo jungle and found a little baby panda. The baby was cuddling up to its mom. It sneezed lightly and any sane person would've loved him. I grabbed it and ran so the mamma didn't know. I got a stick and beat it a bunch so it was in pain but wasn't dead, yet. I left it on his doorstep. I knocked and raised my stick.

The door opened and I hear a gasp. "Dear!" He said. I then hit the baby repeatedly again and again so it died in a pool of its own blood. The blood was reeking of iron, red as hell, the sticky substance started splashing on us. Yao screamed and fell on the ground into a ball.

I laugh and felt like I rule the world.