Plot Twists.

...So the girl grew accustomed to the constant terror she had been thrust into.

Day after day.

Night after horrific night.

Not a single soul to look to for guidance.

for safety.

for love.

She was slowly hollowing out. all on her own.

Emotions rotting away. Her innocent beauty twisting into something obscure.

She was dying.

She hated herself. But never for the cliche reasons that one would have expected.

She had started finding herself imagining things.

Dark... terrible... nightmarish things.

Things that she wanted to do to her father... to make him feel exactly how she felt every time he forced himself upon her.

The sins she wanted to commit upon the mother that was supposed to protect her.

She started to hurt herself.

As punishment.

She felt herself changing. Into something she never wanted to be.

It only forced her ever farther down the path of self destruction.

To the door that would eventually open up upon her death.

Whenever she looked towards the future, she only ever saw black with a spatter of blood.

She was simply waiting for death to finally come take her.

That is...

Until He came along...