Ten years ago…

Carly was a good girl. She was sweet and innocent like a child. She played with dolls and had her room painted pink. She wore dresses in pastel colors. Blue, pink, and yellow. Her walls were covered in butterflies and Alice In Wonderland paintings. Her bedspread was a beautiful quilt made by her grandmother.

She was given a white kitten that she named Dinah. After Alice's cat. Carly loved that cat so much. It had been a gift from Spencer for her sixth birthday. At the time, Spencer had been living in a ratty apartment in the bad side of town. Spencer said that it was close to the junkyard and it was where his muse was strongest. Their father said it was the center of crime. Spencer had never got that until his girlfriend was gang raped and killed a block away from his apartment.

Spencer had tried to commit suicide the next day. He set his apartment on fire and tied himself to the bed. And for the first time in years, there was a soul with a conscience in that apartment. An ambulance came and got Spencer out. All the while he had screamed over and over again, "Let me die! Let this whole damn building burn straight to hell!"

After he got out of the hospital, he bought the kitten and gave it to Carly. He told her that she was the only thing in his life that reminded him that there was still good in the world.

Back to our story, Carly was the princess. She was Daddy's little girl and Mommy's doll. Carly loved to dress up in her mother's clothes and play with her make up.

And one day, the fairy tale world shattered.

Carly was in her room, playing with Dinah as usual. She loved picking the kitten up and tossing her in the air. She was always there to catch the little tuff of whiteness. And it was in one moment that she heard it.

Moaning and laughs.

Carly ignored it. After all, it was a usual sound. Her mother was with her friend. And Carly needed to be a good girl and stay in her room and not make a sound.

But then, the moaning and laughing stopped. Carly was curious and concerned. She opened the door to her room and heard voices.

"I'm not sure about this," Carly's mother, Marie, had said.

"Come on…leave him and I'll leave her. And we'll be together," Her friend said. The friend had a very high-class voice.

"I have Carly to think about," Marie said.

Carly walked into the kitchen and saw the two of them. Their backs were turned to her.

It was the first time that Carly had seen her mother's friend. All she knew about him was that his name was Randy and that he smelt sweet. Randy was a tall man with black hair and a slim body.

Randy said, "Forget about that. I'll take care of her. I will be her new father and I will give her everything."

Marie paused softly before she sighed, "I…I just can't, Randy."

"Marie, don't you love me?" Randy said, his voice getting desperate.

"…Of course I do."

"Then leave your husband. Marry me."

"Randy, it's not that simple. I'm not like you. I can't just write my husband a check like you can with your wife," Marie told her.

Randy said, "You can't have it both ways. I won't be toyed with anymore."

Marie rolled her eyes, "I'm not toying with you. I just need more time to think." Marie walked over to the kitchen.

Randy looked over at the counter and saw the knives in the wooden block.

He picked one up and balanced it on his hands.

"So…you're not going to leave him," Randy said.

"…Honestly….I probably won't," Marie said as she stared at the sink.

Randy then took the knife and stabbed Marie in the neck.

"Mommy!" Carly cried out. Blood started to come out of her mother's neck. So much blood.

Then Randy stabbed Marie in the back, "You lying whore!"

Carly was paralyzed. She couldn't speak or move.

Randy then threw Marie to the floor. Carly's mother was gurgling and choking. The man started to rip off her clothes and he pulled down his pants.

Carly had no idea what he was doing. He was hurting her, obviously, but it wasn't clear to Carly what was going on.

It seemed like hours later, but Marie's eyes became cold and glassy. She also became quiet. Randy grunted as he got off of Marie and zipped his pants. He was covered in blood.

Carly let out a whimper as she ran over to her mother. She put her hand on Marie's shoulder, "Mommy! Mommy!"

Randy shook his head as he turned to Carly, "…Say a word to anyone and I will do the same thing to you."

He left the room, leaving Carly to cry over her mother's dead body.

It wasn't for another hour that Carly's father finally came home.

Carly didn't speak for a week, scared that she would tell about Randy and that he would come and kill her.

And then…Carly became angry. Her mother was gone and she was scared all the time. All because of that man. But there was nothing she could do.

It was one sunny morning. Carly was alone in her room. Dinah was rubbing her small body against Carly's leg.

The six-year-old girl looked down at the kitten. She picked the cat up and looked at it. She walked over to the window and looked out at the sky.

Anger. Rage. Her mother. Dead. Blood.

It wasn't until she heard the cat screaming that she realized what she had done.

The window in her room was open.

The cat was no longer in her hands.

Carly looked out the window and saw her dismembered cat on the sidewalk.


Carly woke up and her eyes blinked softly. She sat up in the queen sized bed and looked over at the digital clock. Three in the morning.

She glanced over at the bathroom door. She could see the light illuminating from the bathroom. She also heard the sound of someone gagging and throwing up.

Carly did nothing. She just turned on the radio by her bed to cover up the noise and she fell back asleep.