• A decisive click. The door closed. They were dragged across the room. Mum and dad.


    The night is still - silent - the only sound heard was thump. Thump. THUMP. The sound of my heartbeat. The only light was from the stale moon that glows behind a curtain of clouds hiding from...



    Hiding under the bed, I can only see the faint outline of him. Tears made my vision blurry but I can still clearly see the two figures - limp - against the wall. He walks towards them, pulls one of them up and starts to tear the head off - slowly. Sounds. Louder than my heartbeat. The tearing of flesh. The veins snapping as they stretch to their limits, and then the thump. The head rolls across the room towards the bed. I close my eyes to avoid meeting the lifeless stare of mother’s eyes. The tearing continues throughout the night. The fresh smell of blood fills the room, oozing, glimmering under the moon’s glow.


    Footsteps draw closer - closer - and closer. Mother’s head was thrown into a pile of dismembered parts in a black garbage bag tied up in a knot at the neck. ‘ You. Just. Wait’ were the last words he said before he slams the door shut behind him.



    Sweat slowly slides down my back.


    Cold.


    Was the only thought in my head before I drifted off into a deep sleep under the bed.



    ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠



    EMI!!!!!!!


    EMI!!!!!!!!!!!


    GET. UP. NOW!!!!!!!!!



    Who else but my timid and quiet aunt, screaming from her doorway.

    - Timid and quiet my arse, if they live with her like I do, they would think different -

    The thought passes through my head just before I roll off my bed and onto the frostbitten floor.


    -Sh-it-


    Walking over to the bathroom I see that my aunt had already gone off to prepare breakfast. Probably.







    To be cont.