My World Turned Out To Be A Delusion

2 | My Name?

I wasn't sure if I wanted it to stop. She killed Winter. My brother. The only person who ever cared for me.

He would always surprise me with birthday gifts on my birthday when nobody even battered an eye. He always had this shining aura that was contagious whenever he managed to sneak in and see me.

He constantly reminded me that everything was gonna be ok. Some how even though I knew that wasn't true, it still comforted me. Winter made sure I didn't let the belittling my mother did get me down.

You are a strong, beautiful little girl he would always say with bright smile.

It pained me so much to think about all the times we've had together. Knowing that moments ago it all came to an end.

Knowing he wouldn't be with me anymore. He wouldn't be there to show me that beautiful smile like he always does.

He broke his promise he made on my 5th birthday. That we would both leave this hell whole together. Side by Side.

More tears began piling in my eyes. I turn my head around. Completely focussing on my mother now. Repeating in my head.

Why? Why did it have to end up like this? Why did you involve innocent children, your children into your life? Only for it to turn out like this? 

Every thought that goes through my head only pierces my heart deeper and deeper. The more I think about it the more my emotions scramble leaving me uncontrollably weeping.

"UGHH, MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP PLEASE!"
My mother chants. She begins to scream gruesomely colliding her head with the ground.

It only makes me weep more. Before I know it I'm pouring my emotions out. Screaming my pain and sorrow for losing my big brother.

Until I hear a snap...

Opening my eyes, my mother lays on the floor. Silent, Still. Her body drops, Relaxing. Her neck deformed.

I realise her neck must have snapped from her knocking her head on the ground.

I slowly begin to feel a sudden strain on my body. Completely exhausted. I slam my body on the floor and plump my weight on the wall behind me. I slowly begin to loose Consciousness.

. . . . . . . . . . .

I wake up the next morning, remembering everything that happened last night. Hoping that it was all a nightmare. But disappointingly met with an undeniable reality.

Before I could properly sink into my thoughts a sudden voice catches my attention. It was our neighbour.

She was the parent of one of the smiling children I use to look at out the window. The expression on her face showed complete sympathy and dismay.

The smell of blood emanated the room. The sight of broken glass scattered upon the blood stained floor. And two dead corps decorated the room.

The look of worry shot in her eyes when she looked at me. But I just kept an empty expression on my face.

My face was sticky with sweat and dry blood from the cut on my forehead. That'll most likely scar. My hair was a mess. Tangled, from me holding it tightly.

Not long after she cradled me in her arms we were walking down the block. assuming we were heading to her house. I was to weak to retaliate so I let her take me. In her arms  I couldn't help but feel the warmth seeping from her body as she embraced me.