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Hey Mr. Skinnyfingers

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Hey Mr Skinnyfingers, I’m sorry I have to bother you again, but I really needed to talk to someone and Mommy and Daddy are too busy fighting to listen. You don’t mind, do you? You’re always so patient and nice. I sometimes wonder why you live up here. This dusty little room in the attic doesn’t suit you at all.

Anyway, I got into a fight with Sarah today. She was being mean. She called me mean names that Mrs Tanner said I shouldn’t repeat and said I looked ugly. I don’t like her at all. You wouldn’t either if you ever met her.

I fought with her, I did. I threw her down and kicked her. I think I also pulled her hair, but I’m not sure. It all happened so fast and I was so angry. I don’t remember much. Just that I hit her bad and I kept hitting her and then Mrs Tanner came and pulled me off her.

Mrs Tanner was so angry with me. She punished me and I had to stand in a corner wearing a stupid hat while everyone laughed at me. It was all because Sarah made me so mad. I hate her even more for it.

I could see her being all happy and proud that she got away with calling me all those awful things.

I’m so sad, Mr Skinnyfingers. I’m angry too. I’m always sad and angry. I think that makes me a bad girl. Maybe that’s why my parents don’t love me. I’m bad. But I can’t help it, I swear. It’s just that everyone keeps fighting and being mean to each other and that makes me sad. And then everyone becomes mean to me when I try to help – or even if I’m just standing around – and that makes me angry. And no one understands anything. Sometimes I get so scared.

Can’t everything just become better? I wish I’d wake up one day and everything would be just fine. No yelling, no mean people, nothing. Wouldn’t that be great?

But things like that don’t happen, do they?

I didn’t think so.

Anyway, I should be going. Mommy and Daddy don’t like me coming anywhere near this place. They get angry and punish me for it. I think they don’t like you. They don’t want me meeting you. But they don’t know that I already know you. Good thing too, or else they’d beat me. They really don’t like you. But I wouldn’t be upset about it if I were you. They don’t like anybody.

I’ll be leaving now. I’ll try to come back again whenever I get to sneak past them I promise. Bye.




And the little girl got up and silently tip-toed out of the room, giving the corpse on the floor one last wave before she locked the door behind herself.
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aibo's avatar
Hope you are not mixing your own story :D