Don't worry - first draft

Once upon a time there was a married couple who moved into a house. It was a big white house and it was very old. After a year in the house the couple got a daughter. She was so beautiful that they decided to name her ”Beatrice”. Bea as in beautiful. 

The girl grew up and every day she just became more and more pretty. The couple was so happy and proud of their perfect daughter.

When she was ten years old she started to take piano and song lessons. 

Beatrice loved to sing. In the evenings she used to play on her piano and sing for her parents. 

When Beatrice had her seventeenths birthday her friends took her out. They went to the town and walked in stores and bought a lot of shoes and clothes. After hours of shopping it was getting dark outside and her parents began getting worried. They called her and told her to come home. Beatrice said that she was coming but not yet. There was one more place she had to go to. Her parents said that it was okay if she came home straight away when she was done.

And so she did.

When Beatrice came home it was in the middle of the night and her parents were waiting for her in the kitchen. They were very mad at her because she had been out the whole night even when she promised to come home as soon as she was done. 

-Mom, dad! she said. The thing that we were doing took a very long time!

-Then tell us! What were you doing that took such a long time? her mother asked.

-I have tattooed myself. Look! she said and turned around and took off her shirt. 

On her back was a big tattoo that covered her entire back. The tattoo was a big black and red devil.

Her mom and dad just stood there and looked at the horrible thing that their daughter had done to herself. Their beautiful and perfect daughter had destroyed herself. 

They told her to go to her room and wait for them there.

She walked up to her room on the second floor and waited for her parents.

When her parents came up they found Beatrice looking at her back in the mirror. And she was smiling. Then she turned around and looked at her parents. 

Her dad walked over to her and Beatrice thought that he was going to give her a hug. But he didn’t. Instead he dragged her down to the floor and took out a knife. 

-Dad what are you doing! Beatrice screamed.

-Don’t worry! I’m just gonna cut away your awful tattoo, her dad said.

Her dad started to cut away the tattoo from her back. Beatrice screamed loud out of pain. And when he was done he helped her to her bed. Then he kissed her goodnight and left her. 

Beatrice didn’t come down to eat breakfast the next morning. At eleven O’clock her mother started getting angry. She walked upstairs and in to Beatrice's room. 

Beatrice was lying in the bed with her eyes closed. And she was white in her face. Her bed was full of blood.   

The tears started falling down her cheeks like rivers. She ran down to her husband and screamed in his face ”What have you done! She has died! She has died! Her whole bed is full of blood!”

One week later there was a funeral for her. Her parents were sitting on the first bench in the church and crying until there was no tears left. 

When they came home from the funeral they walked up to their daughters room and sat down on her bed. They cried but it came no tears. They just sat there and thought about their daughter. She was too young and perfect to die. 

That night they went to bed early. It took a long time until they could sleep. 

At two O’clock in the night the mother woke up. She could hear rain outside. But she could also hear something else. It sounded like someone was playing piano and singing. And it was coming from downstairs. She listened carefully. It was Beatrice who was singing. But how could that happen?! She died one week ago. It couldn’t be her. She decided to wake up her husband so they could go down and take a look of what it was down there. She turned on the light to wake him up. Then she saw that the bed was bloody. It was blood everywhere. On the floor, on the walls and even in the ceiling. She got scared stiff and panicked. She tried to wake up her husband but when she took away the blanket she sees that someone had been carving something in his back with a knife. And the knife was there too. It was the same knife that he used carving away Beatrice's tattoo. She looked on his back and tried to read what it said. 

”Don’t worry, it is just a little tattoo”.

She wondered about what it could mean. But then she realised that she could hear the song from downstairs much clearer. She slowly took the knife and walked out from the bedroom. When she came down she walked to the living room and saw that someone was sitting and playing on the piano. It was a seventeen year old girl. And her back was bloody.

The girl who played on the piano sang ”don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry mom I’m not gonna kill you, I’m not gonna kill you yet!” And then she’s gone.

Every night her mom woke up at twelve O’clock and heard the same song but it was coming closer every time. One night it sounded like the song was coming from the other side of the wall. And then she decided to move out and never come back. And so she did.

A month later a new family moved into the house. In the family was a mom and a dad and they had two children. One of them was a sixteen years old boy. 

The family was happy in the house and they didn’t care about what the broker said. He said that the house was haunted by a girl who played piano and killed people. 

On the boy’s birthday his parents took him to the town. His birthday present was a tattoo. When they came home it was night and they went to bed.

At midnight the boy woke up. Someone was singing. ”don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry boy I’m not gonna kill you, I’m not gonna kill you yet, but I have to remove the tattoo now”. He looked around in his bedroom but he couldn’t see anyone. He lit the lamp and walked out from his room and looked if someone was there. Maybe it was someone who tried to scare him. But then the song stopped. Then he felt like someone was lying ha cold hand on his shoulder and it sent shivers up and down his spine. He took a deep breath and turned around. And in front of him was a girl. It looked like she was seventeen years old just like himself. She had a bloody knife in her hand and she was white in her face but in the mirror on the wall he could see that she was bleeding from her back. And it was dripping down on the floor. 

Now she started singing again. ”don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry boy I’m not gonna kill you, I’m not gonna kill you yet, but I have to remove the tattoo now”. 

The next day when the boys parents came in to his room they found him lying on his bed. Pale in the face and where the tattoo had been was just a big bloody hole. And in the mirror It was written in blood ”NO TATTOS”.