Silhouette

Tick, tock, Tick, tock, Tick, tock
There goes that annoying clock again. I can't even read my book in peace these days. Basically I don't even know why my Mum kept the clock of that man. He has brought us nothing but trouble everyday.
I am, Sarah Beth Hopkins -a heiress-.
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I am destined to make our company, -the one that sells also makes oils and weapons- the greatest. But my father loathes me. He always wanted to have a son, not some useless girl who couldn't even defend herself.
I get it. I am weak, and pathetic.
Heck, he even tried renaming me into 'Sam' and cutting off my long, black hair. That also explains why, My hair is short and unevenly cut. Mum took me to the parlor to straighten it out but Dad wasn't so happy. He yelled at my Mum.
Just like all the other nights, this one is no different. Wait it is.
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SLAP!!
All I could hear was sobbing, my poor excuse of a father not even feeling any recourse for what he has done. How could he? He slammed the door and walked out of our mansion. He is probably seeing that slut Sherry again.
He thinks we are so blind. But we aren't, Our eyes had never been so wide open.
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I watch all other kids play outside happily chasing each other. How I wish to join them but that isn't possible. My parents never let me. Tonight was the Hopkins' art exhibition I better hurry up and cake my face with make up if I don't want my so called Dad to punish me.
Tonight was it. The party, Everything is so well organized. The linoleum floor polished and waxed, all chandeliers dusted off to the point where you can't even see a speck and each silverware placed orderly in the table as an intoxicating aroma filled the noses of the hungry guests.
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The light was so bright that when my father smiled and waved at the guests you couldn't see the bright, red hickeys on his neck, definitely not caused by my mom.
My dad sent a genuine smile at what seems like a blonde at the back of the ball room, who is waving back at him. Giving him a cheeky grin. Disgusting.
My mom played along smiling at all the guest and acting all lovey-dovey in front of the crowd. Has my Dad have no shame? I forced a smile and waved at the guests. This is hell.
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I am physically and mentally exhausted. I wanted to have atleast one good thing in my life.
My wish came true.
Then the Circus came.
It wasn't like any other circus I have been through. This one was magical. I have to beg my dad to let us go there. There is a huge sign that says
WELCOME TO
THE
GOLDEN ARC'S CIRCUS!!
They did acts and tricks. I was so envious of them, being able to live a happy life without any rules.
"Hi!" Chirped a voice interrupting me from my story book.
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I look and see Fire Lily, she was that girl in the Circus who has an amazing ability to do tricks with fire, hence her name.
She was wearing a black and red jester outfit. Half of her face is covered by a mask showing her emerald, green eyes and olive skin. There is also a hole where she easily slipped in her golden, blonde bangs that covered her right eye.
"Hello." I said in a tone not even caring. "You're Sarah Hopkins. Right? Heard a lot about you!" She says in a squeeky voice. She is pretty childish for a fifteen year old like me. But who am I to judge a person that grows up in a circus.
"Wanna be friends?"
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That question made my whole world freeze. Yes or No?
That moment felt like it took centuries.
"Sure." I said in a monotone way. She squeels and hugs me carrying up slightly from the force of how tight it is.
The past few days, Fire Lily would spent all her free time with me. Though I never show it but I'm actually quite... happy.
But that didn't last long.
The Circus has to leave for another town. I frown seeing my only friend go and walk away.
But things got only worst.
When I went home my Mum was hysterically sobbing. What happened here? I guess it is best for me to try and comfort her.
"Mum?" I said with worry in my voice. "Are you okay? Is it dad again?"
"No."
What? Whenever she cries it has always been dad.
"It-"
Unless.
"Is-"
It is.
"You."
Me.
Did I do this to her? I have never disappointed my Mum before in my entire life. "Mum. Why is it me? Did I disappoint you?" I asked her, my voice so quiet almost like a whisper. My Mum engulfed me in a warm hug. Though it felt so cold at the same time.
"Sarah, whatever happens tonight... don't be scared, okay? Remember your Mummy always loved you." She sobbed in my ear.
What's gonna happen tonight? This is making me confuse.
This night one of our maids, named Syla dressed me up in a short, silver, satin, dress. I asked her what is happening and she said my father wanted to see me. Great. What did I do now? We walk up to the front door to see the entire village and my dad, waiting for me.
"W-What is this all about dad?" I asked him, scared. He said nothing but grabbed my wrist roughly. I winced at the pain. I started to walk along with my dad and the entire village. We entered a dark forest. And I see... A blood-stained altar with straps. Now I'm incredibly scared. What is all of this?
"WAIT!" yelled a female voice.
My Mum. She came breaking through the crowd all tired and weak. But strong at the same time.
"I can't let you do this to my daughter!" She says. "Kathy. This is the only way she was destined to be the one the moment she was born!" My Dad yells at my Mum.
My Mum wouldn't budge. Finally my Dad snapped, "Burn that witch into the pole!" He yells.
No.
"NO! Mum!" I yell crying letting tears fall from my eyes. I tried to ran to her but some men grabbed my arms and strapped me down the altar. My eyes widen, No. My Dad wouldn't go this far. He wouldn't kill Mum.
I stood there not able to do anything as the smell of burning flesh filled the air and the agonized screams of my Mum. I cried harder. My dad held a knife above my stomach,
"Esro, Ventium, Entangulum, Veneforis, Domintius,-"
Stop. Please, I'm starting to feel, Weird.
"Atover, Santam, Selclum, Bethium-"
Stop. Please, I feel... pain. I began thrashing and screaming.
"Çlå, Ätø, Vér, Ata, Ñīçktœ
Calling upon the Great taker of Children."
My Dad keeps on stabbing me with the knife. I only feel Pain, So much Pain and I screamed so loud that it hurts to hear.
I died watching how my Mum was burned to death in front of me. And I being... Sacrificed.
I began walking around the burned village, funny how much has changed. Especially me. I'm nothing but a shadow, A Silhouette without an owner.
I am just a walking, black figure of a girl with short hair wearing a dress and shoes. And with glowing red eyes filled with anger. This village should just burn, Burn like it was hell itself. I cackled walking around as people's blood are splattered all over the floor.
And in the middle of all of it is my father. Who is crucified.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:English Class Failure