Be Quiet

Really just some more practice.

She is not an oc yet, I name her Veronica, and here is her story:

SORRY LONG STORY.


Veronica grew up with a twin sister, Able, and her sister Able got everything she wanted. Their parents originally only wanted one child, whom to raise and praise, spoiled with goods. And that child would eventually take the family fortune. Her parents were always busy, and when they weren't they were taking Able somewhere amazing. Her parents chose Able because she was the better twin, she had light blonde hair, while Veronica's hair was a darker blonde, which they thought was dirty looking. Able had an amazing singing voice, while Veronica hated singing, and would not do it in front of people. The only thing Veronica could do better was draw, and her parents didn't even care. Veronica slept in the slave's quarters and her only friend was the maid, Sheral. Sheral was about 17 or 18, and was sold into slavery. She had dark brown and long curly hair, Veronica loved her hair. She had deep blue eyes, and she was tall. Veronica's skin was pale, since she never was aloud outside. Veronica's eyes were green, Able's were blue. Veronica would usually go to school and be quiet all day. Her parents would not allow her to speak to her sister, or them, for fear that she would ruin their reputation or say something stupid. Every time she tried to speak or was caught talking to herself, she was duct taped on the mouth, and tied to a chair in her room, which was twice the size of a broom closet. She would sit there for hours, and when she was done, either her father or her mother would untie her, and make her skip dinner, which for her wasn't much, and they would tell her to clean something. Her attire was pretty however, because her parents didn't want their child in rags.

Only so if someone came in they would suspect a normal family. Her dresses were pretty, but never as pretty as Able's. She didn't have any toys, and was only aloud to look at Able's dolls. She got so used to not speaking that even when Sheral would talk to her, she would just nod her head. She grew terrified of her own voice, and hated it when she yawned or coughed, because she could hear the hint of her voice in it. Eventually Able tried to get her in trouble, by telling her 'If you speak, I'll let you have a doll of mine.' Veronica got so tempted, and opened her mouth, but only in time to be hit across the face by her father. He was in a horrible mood, and dragged the unconscious Veronica across the floor by her arm, and held her under the sink, filling her mouth with water. Veronica woke up, coughing. Her father then dragged the choking girl to the laundry room, and stuck two socks in her mouth, afterwards putting duct tape over it. Veronica was crying, but it was inaudible. Sheral had tried to help, but the father hit her, sending her into a wall, where she hit at the wrong angle, and broke her neck. Veronica couldn't hold her eyes open anymore, so she squeezed them shut. Her mother stood at the bottom of the stairs watching the father drag Veronica up the steps, by her arm, cursing and yelling at the top of his lungs. Able was sitting by her mother, smirking. Veronica was tied to the chair, tighter than normal, and you could hear the snapping of her ribs. She screamed but it came out muffled. The pain she was in was horrible. And she had a nasty headache from the hit. Veronica knew she should never speak again. Her father un-screwed the light bulb in the room, and threw it against the wall.

He shut the blinds on the window and crouched near Veronica, and whispered in her ear 'I never wanted you.' and he stormed out, slamming and locking the door behind him. Veronica was eventually knocked out by her pain. She woke up a couple hours later to hammering. She looked up and tried to see in the darkness. She could barely make out nails going through the wall. Her father was boarding up the room. Veronica panicked and screamed, thrashing around. But it didn't work. After days of work, her father had over plastered the door, making it look like there had never been another room. It didn't even look like that from the outside. Beside the window, which was dusty and closed compared to all the shiny and clean ones. No one asked about it though. Frankly, no one even knew about Veronica, or Sheral for that matter. Sheral had a funeral in which no one attended. Authorities were told she fell down the stairs. Veronica grew weaker, and she couldn't remember what she looked like. She grew accustomed to the darkness, and could see everything in detail. She could make out the bugs and the cracks in the floorboard. The socks in her mouth were bugging her, she tried chewing on them, and forcing them out of her mouth, but it wouldn't work. Her hands were tied behind her back tight, and she had no control of her fingers, eventually the blood supply couldn't get past the rope, and her hands just lost too much blood, and were now useless. She hadn't eaten for days, or weeks, she hadn't been counting the time. It was hard to do when you don't know when night time is. She slept only about 2 or 3 hours a day, because she was in too much pain. Eventually the loss of water and food killed her off. She was a lost and confused soul, and first just wandered around her house, as if nothing happened. But she started to notice her family was happier, and didn't notice her. She also couldn't clean anymore, they had a new maid and she did all the work. Veronica tried to change her clothes, but they wouldn't come off. She looked in a mirror and noticed she was really really pale, more than usual, a white. Her eyes got really dark, a black. And her hair looked greasy, and messy, and black. Her dress looked dirty, and dusty, and old. It was eaten away by moths in some parts. She locked the bathroom door and tried to take a shower, but when the water hit her, she didn't get wet. The dirt stayed. Able tried to open the door, and knocked. Veronica couldn't reply because of the tape. She did try to talk, but all that she could do was make a weird sound in the back of her throat. Able stood in silence on the other side of the door, and then went and got her father. He kicked down the door and looked in the shower. Veronica stared right back at him. He looked at the faucet and turned it off. Able looked relieved. Veronica knew now that she had died. Her memories came back. That night she sat on the couch in the living room. Her parents had turned out all the lights, but she could still see. She remembered the dark room, and knew that she was still used to the dark. Her shoes looked worn, and looked like they would break, but they didn't. She got angry. She got frustrated. She started to break plates and cups in the kitchen. The parents came down to see what was going on, so Veronica stopped. This continued for weeks, Veronica broke more and more things, and eventually started hurting her family. She tripped Able, and made her fall down the stairs.

Able broke her ankle and her arm. She made her mother miss cutting a carrot, and stab herself in the hand instead. Soon the family was insane with caution around the house. Veronica decided to show it was her. Her parents got Able a new cat after Veronica died, and the cat was fat now. Veronica hung it in the middle of the living room, by the chandelier, and wrote with its blood on the wall 'Veronica is speaking, now listen to her words.' The family was horrified. Able cried at the sight. They started packing. Veronica didn't want them to leave. So she murdered them one by one. Able was in the bath, her mother was in the kitchen, and her father was in his study. Veronica locked the bathroom door from the outside, and proceeded to the study, where she put a chair in front of the door so he couldn't get out. She went into the kitchen to find her mother humming and making food. A pot was boiling on the stove.

Veronica smiled behind her tape, and grabbed her mother's hand, immediately it turned blue and purple around her grip, and her mother screamed. Able heard it and got out of the bath, to find the door locked. Her father tried to get out but the study door was blocked. Veronica stuck her mother's hand into the pot. She watched as it boiled, turning the water red. Then she grabbed one of the knives off the table, and dragged it down from her mothers waist to her foot on her side. Before her mother could run, she stabbed her ankle, and twisted it. It broke. She then used all her strength to lift her mother by her shoulders, and lay her head against a table, where she slammed her neck on the side until it broke and her mother was dead. She went upstairs after that, and unlocked the bathroom door. Able ran out immediately in an elegant robe. She was about to go down the stairs, but little did she know that there was a trip wire, and she fell. Down the stairs she went. Veronica went down and stared upon her sister. She then dragged her by the hair into the laundry room. She stuffed socks into her mouth, and detergent. She poured bleach into her eyes and mouth as well, before putting tape over her mouth, and her eyes. Veronica left her there to die. She then went back upstairs, and got a lantern from the closet, and lit it. She poured oil down the stairs, and over the study door, and threw the lantern. Immediately a fire started to burn.

Veronica walked through it and out the front door. She saw that the maid had escaped, and was running away at top speed, but she didn't care. She sat in the grass and watched the house burn. She listened to her fathers agonizing screams. She felt happy. She saw the fire truck try to put out the fire, but they were too late. Her family was in ashes. Veronica visited Sheral's grave, and sat there for a while. Before thinking over what she would do. She decided she would wander around from house to house, unnoticed, and learn about the family. If there were kids, she would watch them for hours. She would make sure the family was happy and well. She would get mad every time a child got in trouble. But not as mad as when a child spoke back, or a parent yelled. She hated it. She would only wander at night, because the sun hurt her delicate night eyes, and she could see better. She would kill off any and all horrible parents. Or even horrible children. Bratty, stubborn, spoiled, or mean, she killed them all. So keep your mouth shut tonight, because Veronica could be in your house.


TO SUM IT ALL UP SHE WAS MURDERED FOR TALKING, AND NOW SHE KILLS KIDS WHO ARE MEAN, STUBBORN, SPOILED, OR TALK BACK. SHE ALSO MURDERS NEGLECTFUL PARENTS AND PARENTS THAT YELL TOO MUCH.