stupid girl

 Horrifying. That's all she could think as her new family stared down at her and her brother. They looked so... Devilish, this new group. What were the people who shoved them here thinking? Lawliet could almost feel the hatred spewing from the family's eyes, except for their boy. He looked around her age, 14. Perhaps that's why they chose this family? Because they had a son the age of her and her brother? It seemed ridiculous, the idea, but she did seem to relax seeing the boy's rather indifferent eyes meet her own. He looked like one of her old dolls. Why didn't they let her bring some of her toys? Were they being used as evidence against her parents? Probably. She loved her parents, but the world only saw them as murderers. The world didn't know that they were loving parents underneath the whole murdering thing. The world never bothered to ask her and her brother about it. The world has forgotten about the Tudor children; the world only focuses on the Tudor killers.
 It only took a week for Lawliet and her brother to tire of the new family. The parents ignored them for the most part. She would talk about it with her brother every night. "Why don't they love us," she would always ask. "We're not theirs to love," Lawson always answered.
 Within that week, Lawliet had grown fond of the young boy, who she soon found out was named Henry, in this new family. She had talked to him quite a bit, mostly about little things like his parents and her parents. Little things. Whenever she spoke to him, the more he seemed like a doll, and the less his personality seemed doll-like. He was a boy, all right. Not two days after they arrived had he asked her to be his girlfriend. The idea disgusted her; being someone's anything. No one owns her, so she said she would think about it. A lie, of course. Who would ever want to belong to someone? She wasn't a dog, no, she was a human. The thought of him being a doll with no lips became more and more appealing to her.
 A Sunday. It had been almost a year since Lawliet and Lawson crawled their way into this family that they were not a part of. The family went to church, leaving her and her brother behind. God didn't need two devils in his house, did he? "Grab a knife. The largest one you can find," her brother boomed as the car drove off. "We're leaving today." Leaving? The idea froze her. They hadn't talked about this last night. If she remembered correctly, they were only talking about the weather, not leaving. "What will I do with the knife when I have it? It's only a knife," she responded as he rushed around shutting all the curtains. "You'll kill them with it. Cut out their throats, rip out their hearts; do whatever you want! Just kill them when they return." He sounded crazy. His words seemed to mush together in her head. She could barely comprehend it, but she went to find a knife, almost out of her control. She'll kill them with the knife. Even Henry. 'How could I kill them all?' she thought as she took a hanging butcher's knife from a hook. The idea of murder wasn't foreign to her, no, but she'd never taken the idea and made it reality.
 As she waited around for her brother to tell her that they were coming, Lawliet brainstormed about some ways to kill Henry. His parents deserved no special death; she would kill them the quickest. Henry was her doll. He deserved something, didn't he? She soon came up with the idea to disembowel him. She couldn't touch his doll-like face, but she could take out the less-pretty things from him. She heard a car door slam and her brother whistling. It was time.
 Not an hour. It took less than an hour to kill the two parents. They were caught by surprise as they walked in. She had swung the knife into the father's leg. The rest was a blur. All she could see now were two bodies with no heads.. And Henry. Lawson had tied him up. He looked scared. Why are you scared? She wanted to ask, but it was obvious why. Henry had been loved by his parents, unlike his step-siblings. "Don't worry, Henry," Lawliet attempted to console him from a distance, "you'll be with your parents soon enough. It'll take a bit." He didn't seem to like the idea. His face was cute.
 Yes, it was the best idea to disembowel! Lawliet stood up and attempted to pat the blood off of her clothes, to no avail. Henry looked just as she wished: free of his unattractive organs. She never cared to notice when he died, but he had died early on, that she was sure. Taking his pale face in her bloody hands, she decided to give him a kiss on his blood-stained lips. She'd never kissed a boy before due to the fear of rejection, but a doll couldn't reject her, could it? She could hear Lawson tap his foot on the floor behind her. "We need to leave," he said coldly. She turned to look at him. He had gathered a lot of things in a trash bag. They were leaving. She looked back at Henry one last time, taking her hands off of his face. The blood made for a nice blush. "We're leaving," she breathed, turning away from the body and walking to her brother, "but to where?" Lawson shrugged in response. She decided to not question again. They were leaving, and it didn't matter where. (spoiler alert: they're going to hell they're on the HIGHWAY TO HELL)