The King of Hellfire

WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SCENES OF MURDER, SUICIDE, THEFT, ABUSE, AND SCENES OF SELF HARM.  DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF THESE SCENES CAUSE YOU DISTRESS OR HARM OF YOUR MENTAL OR PHYSICAL HEALTH. I hear the front door slam. My small hands searching for the lamp beside my bed. As I find the switch and turn it on, My room, A bright pink room. My walls had giant pictures of princesses and I had my toy box set aside. I had cleaned my toys up earlier. Daddy told me to clean them up so I wouldn't fall if I needed to get water during the night. As my feet fall out of my small bed I slowly make my way out of my room and downstairs. Each stair had creaked while I walked down them.  "Daddy? Mommy?" My small voice calls out. "Daddy, Mommy, Where are you?"  My mother screams.  My small legs make themselves up the stairs as fast as they possible could. I fall when I reach the top. My body scrambles to their door to push it open.  "Mommy? Daddy?" I say as my innocence was taken from me.  "That's what happened when you take money from the wrong people."  ____________________________________