Bloody November

Bloody November (Watty Awards 2011!)

New story!!! AHH, I'm SO excited to post this!!! (: This is my first murder/mystery and think it's fair to warn you it WILL get dark...kindda gory...very bloody and very-VERY-twisted. If you would like a darkly twisted trip into my choatic little head, stick around :D Don't let the beginning fool you.

Enjoy!

 

November 1, 2011

7:30 AM

The pool of blood begun to swell around her, stretching over the once pure white tiles. She laid in the middle of it with blue skin and frozen green eyes. She didn't move. Her bloody chest didn't budge except from my weight as I laid my head over the gash in between her breasts. I was too numb to feel the pain in my arm. Crimson liquid outlined the letters that had been carved into my flesh to form a name. A name I couldn't remember. A name that seemed so familiar and yet, so foreign. Tears ran down my cheeks silently. I listened to the feet walking on the bleeding carpet as a heartbeat pounded in my ears. Faster...Faster.......Faster......Faster.......then......it stopped. And I screamed.

" Savannah ! Savannah ! Honey, wake up!"

I shot up, gasping for air. My eyes dart around the room, looking for the threat but find nothing. Realization hits me when I feel my father's arms wrapped tightly around me. He pets my hair soothingly.

"It's okay, honey. It was just a bad dream, alright? Just a bad dream."

It was just a bad dream. A bad dream.

I blinked once. Twice. Three times. He was still holding onto me. I swallowed and leaned into him a bit, letting him cling to me. He'd been more scared than I was.

"It's okay, sweetie...just a bad dream."

I wanted to tell him I was fine, that I wasn't scared anymore. But I didn't. My mouth felt dry and my voice had been swallowed in my panic.

He pets my hair again, running his fingers through its length as he breathes deeply. He presses his lips to my forehead and pulls away to cup my face in his hands.

"Are you okay now?"

I nod once, seeing the sadness and understanding mixed in his irises. There was also fear.

"Is the same dream, wasn't it?"

I nod again. He closes his eyes as he takes another deep breath and kisses my forehead again. His eyes find mine with a hint of protection.

"I will not let anything happen to you, okay? I promise, we'll catch him."

Something about his words seem false. I don't believe him but offer a small smile to ease his worry. His fear could be detected in the air. It was chilling, causing me to shiver in his arms. He tightens the grip, misunderstanding the motion.

I don't know how long we sit like that. I want to comfort him and tell him not to cry into my shoulder with single tears and broken sobs. But I don't. I numbly hug him until he's ready to let go.

I know he still misses my mother. Her death really hurt him more than I could comprehend then. The moment he saw her body I knew he couldn't handle the truth. Even then, I knew what he needed and what would kill him. So I did what had to do to protect my father.

Now he was attempting to protect me from something that wasn't there.

Birds are singing outside while I brush my hair. I stare at the girl in the mirror, watching her slow strokes with my brush and gathered our long red hair into my free hand to move onto our other shoulder for a different angle. We keep brushing slowly and rhythmically with the birds singing into the silence.