Hello, lovely ones. I'm Alice. Alice Corlette; or at least that's what they called me once. Now? Oh dear. I'm afraid you'll have to read my story to find out. But be careful; as cliche as it sounds... curiosity killed the cat. And so, let the story begin. The night that started this whole damn thing. In the darkness of my room, around ten in the evening, the doorknob shakes ferociously, waking me up with fear clouding my thoughts. Dad. Was he here for another... round? I can't do this much longer! Seventeen years old, I still involuntarily live in the same squalid apartment as my asshole father. A pedophile. A rapist. I shouldn't even have been born! The more I think about all the years I've had to deal with this shit, the darker I become. It wasn't right! I tried so hard to do everything right, just to please my father. Just so I don't have to worry about him sneaking into my room at night and... and... The door slams open. That was all. I might call the police tonight."Dad...Dad?" I cry, my hands shaking. "Hey, honey. Daddy has an early Christmas present for you. I let out a scream." Please don't do this, dad. I'll go buy another beer, what do you say?" He grins, his blue eyes shining in the most disgusting way. He brushes his golden hair to the side. "Shut up and lie down." As I lie down, the unusual comes into play. adrenaline rush. Eight years of harassment from my father. Eight years of tears and horror. I could do something right now, it doesn't matter anymore I've never been. I never planned to go there soon paper......er head in a very unrealistic way of acting "There you go, America. Another terrifying story set in New York City. The police are still looking for this monster; and they promise that whoever committed this terrible crime will be sent to prison for the rest of his days. Now back to Jim for a lighter article; after the break. "Now, I don't regret what I did. No, not even an ounce of remorse flows through my empty veins. I'm invincible now. I can kill without fear. Some might call me crazy, but I know the reason why I love watching last dying embers of the innocent fade away makes perfect sense. Be careful, darling. Don't be scared if you hear your doorknob rattling, because then you should expect the last words you'll never hear, shut up, because I'm Malice Alice, and neither will yours. god will be able to hear your screams.