Randomness

Freedom

{A/N: Not my real parents, don't worry XD. Based off a bit from Zankyou no Terror...just two sentences.}

A smile like the hot summer sun...

Musical laughter like the rain pattering the ground...

Soft brown hair that floated in the wind...

Gentle hands that caressed my cheeks...

That was my mother.

I loved her.

Everyone did.

~

Eyes like icicles, cold and annoyed...

Sharp pale features like carved marble, perfect and cruel...

Slick black hair that never seemed to move, except when he was aggravated...

Which he always was...

Glasses that glint in the light and shade his eyes...

That is My Father.

I hate him.

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How they got together, I really don't know.

All I know is that

the loss of mother,

was absolutely painful.

It ripped me to pieces, and the splinters of my remains were obliterated by My Father.

If only I could go back to those times of happiness.......

But it's over.

And now, My Father is dead, too.

I'm standing over his dead body, with a look of satisfaction, like an artist standing over a piece of finished artwork.

And I like what I see.

In fact, I may be enjoying it a little too much.

The crescent moon drips scarlet blood.

And I smile.

Cruelly.

He is cloaked in crimson.

It's absolutely lovely.

Just like mother.

Except she was covered in cyan.

He makes one final gasp of breath, and I adjust the scarlet cloth over his mouth.

Finally.

I'm free.