“5’4. Medium length, Auburn hair. Deep piercing blue eyes. Olive complexion. Small athletic body build.” I heard my drunken and barley emotional father tell the police my image, as he reported me missing. I wanted to scream, I wanted to let them know I was under the floorboard barley breathing. I couldn’t. My body was stiff, my head was pounding, and my voice was no more. I had been under the floor board for three days, before he reported me missing. The man was a psychopath, and he knew how to cover his tracks, and he knew how to cover them well.

Once the description had been given and taken, I heard the police leave. He lifted the door in the floor and looked at me. He told

“Forever daddy’s little girl you’ll be.” My father then started making lots of noises that thankfully was mumbled in my ringing ears from him slamming the door back on me. I knew at some point in time, I would no longer exist in this world. I never thought it be my own father who took me out of it.

It has been months now, and nobody has found my body. Nobody finds it odd that my father has a life size doll of me sitting in my chair. Nobody knows I am the doll. I guess I will now forever be daddy’s little girl.