a short-esque story

Sarah

It was almost bed-time and Sarah was getting ready to go to bed. Sarah was a beautiful young blonde girl --brown eyes, dimples, the works-- she was brushing her teeth and thinking about tomarrow. "In two more days Dad will finally be home" she thought with glee. With that in mind she quickly finished her brushing and hurried to bed. She scampered by her mothers room and peeked inside, "Good thing she's asleep." Sarah thought, because she didn't want to get in trouble again for staying up passed her bedtime. She scurried on and looked at the clock, it read 12:41 am, this made her go even faster to her room.
The lights were out. "Odd," Sarah thought, she remembered leaving them on because she was scared of the dark. She checked the ground for bugs she gave out a shrill but quiet yelp when she saw what she thought was a little shadow of a cockroach go by and made a leap into her bed from the doorway. Sarah tucked herself in tight and drifted to the warm embrace of slumber.
He felt the bed creak, his heart still racing from when he thought she saw him when she gave out a cry. He's been waiting for hours now for the girl to come back to her bed. He waited for his heart to quiet, then heard the songlike whispers of her steady breaths. In, and out. In, and out. In, and out. Her song called him. Her song coaxed him. Her song caressed him. He was ready.
He reached out and over the bed with one massive hand and seized sarah by the torso and pulled her under the bed. She screamed, ripped from the solace of sleep into the harsh, freezing grips and arresting gaze of the man under her bed. He began to smile as he saw the fear in her eyes. He licked her cheek. The state of pure horror that she embodied thrilled him. "Shush my darling," he said assuringly, "You're going to be okay in my hands now." She could only manage to wimper, her gaze never faultered from his deep, meanacing eyes. "Now then," he continued, "I would only need one thing from you." He got out from under the bed in one smooth motion and ripped Sarah out from under in a fel swoop. He stood her up and knelt down with both of his hand on his knees and looked back into her eyes. "I need you," He paused to take in the momment, "I need you," he savored every shiver and shake from the poor girl, "I need you to, scream." he stated plainly.
"Huh?" is all Sarah could muster.
"Scream for me," he coaxed. When she wouldn't do anything his face twisted from that of a gentle smile to one of rage and fury. He stood up and towered over Sarah. "Scream!" he yelled at her. "Scream you little whore!" he grasped her by the arms lifted her up and began to shake her violently. He yelled at her as he shook her "Scream! Scream! Scream!"
Taken to a state beyond that of terror, Sarah screamed, she screamed and she screamed for what seemed to her as days. She screamed till her throat was dry, she screamed till she couldn't feel her voice, she screamed till she felt nothing left inside of her, she screamed till it felt like every single call for help etched another scar into her throat, she screamed for her life. "Mommy! Mommy help me! Help me please!"
Emily, who was asleep with a smile on her face because she knew that her husband was coming home early to surprise their daughter, was shaken awake by cries coming from Sarah's room. "Did Joeseph already come home?" she wondered in her drowsy state. Then she snaped into consciousness when she realized that Sarah was screaming in fear, not joy. She rushed as fast as she could through the house to Sarah's room. Kicking in the door, a horrific sight held her.
A man, at least six feet, four inches, with a lanky form. Dressed in worn and dirty jeans and a seemingly dirt stained white t-shirt that looks like it hasn't been washed in months. His shoes were stained in the same dirt like substance. He had thick greasy jet black hair that he looped over his ears, it was styled in spikes that went to the back of his head. His smile was unlike any she had ever seen, it was wide, toothy, almost demonic. His eyes were narrow and cold, an icy blue void of sanity. His arms and legs were thick and muscular, they were also darker than the rest of his body because of all the grime that was collected on them.
She looked at him in terror and with a tindge of awe, as she saw him throttle her daughter -- who had a stream of tears that covered her distraught face and drenched her pajamas -- in the air yelling at her to scream. "You," She took a deep breath "You let her go." She managed to spew out. She stood with her legs apart and arms down but her hands were clenched into fists. She was shaking. His ice blue eyes caught her. He threw Sarah to the side and walked over to Emily. Emily wasn't much bigger than Sarah so he still towerd over her. Instinct kicking in, Emily punched him right in the diaraphram and knocked the wind out of him. In the instant she ran over to Sarah to comfort her. "It's going to be alright now dear, I'm here for you," She stroked Sarah's hair as she held her. "Don't worry, don't you worry about anything," she cooed.
Sarah, all she could do is cry, she cried and cried. She buried her face into the saftey of her mother's bosom. In her mind she was wishing it all away, but it wouldn't go away, no matter how hard she wished. Her head jerked up to the sound of a crack and a crash, just in time to push away her mom and herself away from the man swining a leg of the bed at them. She ran. She had no idea where she was running to, she just ran away screaming.
The man swung at Sarah, not to hit her, just for the thrill of her screaming. He couldn't keep his joy inside, his grin was wide and he giggled as he swung at the poor girl. He chased her out into the hallway down into the den, with her mother not far behind. He was tired of running and struck Sarah in the back. She fell on her head and was knocked out. Emily cried out and he knocked her out with a swift blow to her forehead. He positioned them on chairs tied them up and waited patiently for them to wake up.
As Sarah awoke the room was blurry except for one face staring straight at her right in front of her nose. Grining that toothy grin, that in such a short time she had learned to fear, and hate. She went to lash out at him, only to be caught by duct tape that bound her to the chair. He only smirked at her struggles and stroked her cheek with two fingers lovingly. "You just keep trying that," he told her "I bet the more you struggle the easier it'll get," he laughed as he told her this. Frustration overtook her and she bit his finger. He tried to pull it back, but she wouldn't let go. She forced down harder, and harder, and made him bleed. She felt a small sense of satisfaction as she saw him marvel at the sight of his own blood.
He felt the knick of the of the tooth as it took some of his skin as it escaped him. He saw his blood, he marveled at it. He rasied up his finger and span it around slowly just, staring at it. This has never happend to him before, he's never felt the slight sting and the little fuzzy sensation around his cut and watch the senguine liquid seep out drop, by drop. He took a taste of it, and loved it.
He broke his trance from his finger and snaped back at Sarah. "What," he hesitated, "What is this?" he held up his dripping finger to her. "Tell me what this is." he demanded.
"It's blood." she said, looking passed him at the floor instead of falling victim to his eye's icy grips.
"Blood," he repeated, "blood," he was in awe of the very word. All of this was interrupted by Emily waking up. (The first thing she did?) Scream and kick violently. She landed a swift blow to his shins, he cried out in pain. He reached over with the back of his hand and slapped her, it sounded off with a crack. He hit her so hard that drool dribbled out of her mouth. "Well now, we need to work on your problem," he said as he turned to Emily, "These legs have been getting you into a lot of trouble, we need to fix that." He reached around for something all he could find were some pencils. He turned them in the air and examied them. "This will do fine," he concluded to himself. He stabbed her feet into the ground, with his strength it pierced right through her soft skin and into the carpet. "Now that takes care of one," he smirked laughing at his own remark, "now for the other." Another swift jab to her foot took care of it nicely
She choked on the pain, her feet seeping blood that covered the pencils lodged into her feet. She couldn't speak, she didn't have the strength to do anything but gasp for breath. Silent tears poured out her eyes. Shock overtook her. She was lost in the pain, everything was numb, all she could feel was her feet pulsing, and throbbing.
Sarah was struck dumb. Her mouth wide open as she watched her mother suffer an intense pain. She yelled "Stop it! Stop hurting her! You stop it right now!" she was frantic, struggling in her bindings thrashing this way and that.
"Oh I should stop should I? Where would the fun be for me? Don't you ever think about anyone but yourself? Huh? you're just so selfish aren't you? You have to be the hero. You have to save your mom. You have to do everything." He ranted on for a while like this when he heard a door shut. He stopped, looked at the two girls, "You two stay quiet or else," he commanded.
Footsteps slowly creaked through the house. A voice called out "Hello? Emily? Where are you honey? You're not in bed." The voice drew closer, the footsteps sounded near. The door into the den started to let out a long drawn out creak. He entered the room.
"Joseph! Run!" Emily cried out to her husband. But it was too late, the intruder was upon him.
"Run Joseph! Run away!" he mocked Emily's screaming with glee as he pounced Joeseph and began to claw at his face. "Oh no Joe!" he screamed with delight his smile toothier than ever, "You can't run away Joe! Watch out there's blood all over you!" he couldn't keep his happiness in as he crackled with joy. Emily screamed in agony as she watched him rip apart the face of her husband right before her; with each cry she gave out he took it in like a moan from his lover, it fueled him. A look of pure ecstasy glazed over his eyes as he gouged out Joseph's eyeballs from their sockets and watched the blood pour like tears onto his visage. He looked at the body, satsified with his work. Alas he saw that Sarah wasn't watching so he cut out a piece of Joseph's skull and shoved his hand in there making him into his dummy. He dragged the body over to Sarah and in an insulting falsetto he told her "Don't worry Sarah, daddy is right here, look at me." Sarah wouldn't budge, "Look at me!" he commanded. Sarah screamed in horror as she saw her father's limp body dance around as he giggled, "Don't you want to dance with me Sarah won't it be grand?"
"You monster, leave my daughter alone!" Emily said to the man.
"Well I could leave your daughter out of this but there has to be a conditions established for this." He replied still smiling his ever toothy smile.
"Just take my life instead." Emily said, defeated.
"Just the offer I was looking for." he replied with pep, "but she has to watch."
"Watch? Why?"
"This world of whys is holding you back, my dear, you need to transend into the world of, why not?" He said coyly.
"Please, please dont make her watch."
His smile turned firm, "Now what position are you in? Oh that's right, you're in my possession I own you. She's going to watch anyways." and he went into a singsong voice "Oh Sarah my darling? Look over here if you will."
Sarah was staring at her father on the ground. Her eyes were void of any emotion. She just wanted to go to sleep, maybe she was asleep. She could only hope, but his voice called to her. So she turned to see with horror what this man was doing to her mother. He took one of the pencils and placed it on Emily's forehead and began to spin it, as if making a fire. He spun it quicker, and quicker until it began to bore into Emily's head like a drill going in deeper and deeper and deeper. Finally it went through and he fell in with the pencil and Emily went limp.
"Well, my darling," he said to Sarah, "I told her I'd leave you alone, and yes I said I will yes." he babbled half to himself. "I shall be off my darling I will see you soon." He untied Sarah and went to the door whistling merrily.
He fell to his knees and then hit the ground with a thud. Sarah, holding the leg of the bed was behind him. She struck him in the back of the leg and then on the back of the head. "Why!" she yelled at his unconscious body, "Why! Why! Why!" and she began to beat it with the bedleg. "This can't be real! Why! Why! Why!" she beat him over and over and over again. She beat him till his skin became raw. She kept beating him till his muscles showed. She beat him down more till it was down to the bone. She beat him into dust. Crying, she fell to her knees. Then she wrapped her arms around them and began to rock herself back and forth. "This can't be real," She repeated to herself, hoping that if she said it enough that it might become true, "This can't be real. This can't be real. This just can't be real. It can't be."

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This is my personal statement/short story please make suggestions or comment on anything, thanks for reading.