As the story is told.....

She stands in front of her bathroom mirror. Wipes the steam away. Arranges the items around her sink so they look neat. "Clean freak" she says to herself. She flips her hair back and stares into the mirror. She is looking for more than what's there. She needs answers. Answers to questions she's scared to ask. The walls begin to talk, they begin to close in. In a panic, she runs to the only place she feels comfortable, where the walls whisper sweet nothings and the music soothes her soul. Just in her towel she plops herself into her bed. The house is quiet. No one is home. Her thoughts are too loud and are driving her crazy. Too many running around at once. Cluttering her mind. She hates clutter. Suddenly she hears keys juggling. 7:00pm. "Shit" she whispers. Dad's home. More like the gates of hell has opened. He goes straight to her room. She's fumbling to put clothes on as he bombards his way into her room. She slides into a corner on her bed."No need to get fancy for me" he says with a sinister smirk on his face. She squirms. "Stop looking so scared girlie, I just came in here to say hi" he says as he runs his hand up her thigh. She shudders. "Be back in a few... store run" he says with a wink. He turns and leaves the room. The one place she feels comfortable, wanted, has been turned into a hell hole, where the walls taunt her and the music cuts her flesh like little razors. She decides she cant take this anymore. She undresses. Runs to the bathroom and runs a bath. Steps out and goes into her Dad's office and grabs his 9mm. As she is walking back to the bathroom, naked, her father walks in the house. "All this for me"? he says. Disgusted, she entertains him. "Yes, daddy all for you. I have something special for you if follow me into the bathroom". she says teasing him. Without hesitation, her sick fuck of a father follows her. She lays in the tub, with the gun behind her back. She tells him to close his eyes. He does so, excitedly. She pulls out the gun. "Open your eyes father". He does so. She pulls the trigger. Blood and brains splatters against every wall..... "911. How can we be of assistance?" Frantically, "My, My, My, Oh MY Gosh, She blew her brain out, she blew her brains out. My daughter, Oh GOD!!!!!!"......and thats how the story goes.