Hiati

Chapter 1

I felt the blood staining my ten year old hands coating them in a sticky mess of guilt. I saw the man, old about 50, greying with a beard and papery skin. He is dead. I killed him. But he killed my papa, my loving papa who made me laugh with joy and set my heart free from the dark world. I couldn't control it, he was going to kill me too, the knife was there and In the one second it was all over.

My leg throbbed with pain, and my mind was blurry. What had just happened? Ok so I was just falling asleep on my mattress next to the big warm stove while my papa sang softly " hiati, my little bird, spread your wings and soar above the stars, soar up into peace and let your dreams take over" . I was feeling relaxed then there was a knock on the door. Papa went to see who it was. Then there was shouting and my heart began to thud, " it's you " I heard papa say, his voice thick with fear. Who? Why was my brave papa so afraid? I jumped up and ran to the door just to see my papa falling to the ground blood blossoming on his grey shirt. " PAPA " I sob, this must be a dream, this has to be a dream. I sob falling to the ground, tears spilling down my cheeks my heart aching as I held his lifeless hand in mine. Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my leg, the mysterious guy who had killed papa had shot me with a dart of some sort. " YOU, I HATE YOU, DIE IN HELL" I screech in anger and grief, I had never felt such hatred, such pain. " Shut it you little witch" he snarled and advanced towards me. I saw a glint of a knife in his blood stained hand and a sort of hunger in his dark eyes. But anger blinded me, I wasn't thinking straight. I rushed towards him and kicked him hard in the shin " uh " he groans in pain " you little bi" I grabbed the knife and stuck it in his chest before he could finish his sentence. It was over, he was dead, and so was my papa.

I didn't know what to do know. I know what I did was wrong, and I i knew that I should feel guilt, remorse, regret but instead I felt vengeance, a odd glow that burned in the pit of my stomach. I can't get another villager, they will scream and maybe even kill me. I felt more tears rushing down my cheeks. I had to go, run. I had to leave papa and my life behind me. I couldn't think of anything else to do but run, run and never look back.