The story of my life

Prologue

Hey my name is Chloe lewis and I am 16 years old I am the oldest of 3 children, Jessica is 14 and Bryn is 9. My parents were going to have a 4th child but my mother became ill and now she lives in the hospital. She has skin cancer and was given 6 months to live, that was 2 months ago.

I got back to my family house in the suburbs were we live with a beautiful front garden and colourful flowers everywhere which my mother loved to plant. As I made my way through the door I heard Jessica scream and cries coming from Bryn which was coming from the kitchen. I ran as fast as my little legs could take me and found my father hitting Jessica across the face. When I made my way up behind him he didn't hear me I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stabbed the man that I used to consider my father with a shiny steel knife in the back making him scream out in pain and blood pour down his back. As he slumped to the floor a smile of satisfaction spread across my face as I felt like I protected my family but as I look over to my brother and sister they look at me in fear. Pain hit my chest as I realised that not only did I become a murderer but also that I liked the rush of adrenaline that it gave me. My sibling stepped away from me shivering in fear as I stood by my dead father smiling as they screamed at me to go away.

I walked out the house wondering down the street wondering what would happen If I had killed again. As this thought comes into my head I walk through the dark side of town laughing at my thoughts like a witch.

I come across a abandoned building as I use my shoulder to break through the door thinking this is my new home, for now atleast.

As I realise I need new cloths and a new look for the new me I walked out my new home to the nearest atm machine and emptied my bank card which was a total of £3560. I walk to the shopping mall and buy a whole new look which is black skinny jeans, black crop top with a deep V showing a bit of cleavage and black knee length boots with a 5 inch heel adding to my 5 foot 3 inches. I walk to the salon In need of getting my hair changed, the stylist changed my hair from my bright blond to a dark black with purple highlights that reached my hips.

As I'm on my way home I hear a woman screaming from the alley way, as I make my way towards them I see a man pressing himself against her trying to rip of her deep red top. I made my way behind him grabbing him by his dark brown hair pulling his head back, pulling him of the woman and smashing his head against the brick wall next to her. After 6 hard bangs I let him drop to the floor dead probably by the 4th hit. As the girl sees the body she runs out of the alley way scared. I roll my eyes at her and see a knife sticking out of the corpses body as I grab it I feel the urge to slice him. As I rip open his shirt I put the cold blade against his skin and carve in the symbol of a sunflower which was my mother's favourite flower, then placing the knife through the waste band of my jeans making my way home hoping my symbol makes it everywhere. A sadistic smile crosses my face as I drop on my new bed falling straight to sleep having a good dream about going on a killing spree.