Alive || 86: Eighty-Six [ vers. ENG ]

the night which won't end

"What do we do with their kid?

The blood on the floor was the only thing still warm. Their bodies were slowly losing heat. Words of concern flew around the room, but they wouldn't answer her.

Mother! Father! Wake up!

More and more blood poured out. Her little hands were stained with it as she tried to shake them.

Why don't you answer me? Wake up!

She screamed. Cried. Begged. Again and again. Her throat ached, but she kept on screaming.

Open your eyes! Open your eyes!

Someone. Anyone, please. Please open your eyes!

She tried to ask the people around her for help. She couldn't save her parents on her own. She needed help and they weren't far enough away not to hear her. She tried to get their attention. Again and again. And again and again.

Their killers.

They looked at her with disgusting eyes. Or maybe they were looking at the two bodies next to her. She couldn't know. She didn't want to know. Now there was something far more important.

Please, please, please. Please help me.

"When will she stop?"

"We have to light the fire now, but what about her?"

"We should shoot her too, right?"

"What a shame... she wasn't very nice but my daughter wanted to make friends with her a while ago. I'll have to find her another playmate."

"No, you can't."

A man stepped between them and the child.

"Let me take care of her. She won't be an obstacle to anyone."

He turned to the little girl. She still hadn't calmed down, but her screams were quieter. Strands of her silver hair were stained with blood. She'd even gotten some on her face, trying to get rid of the hair that fell over her eyes.

"We have got to go. Come on, Charlie."

He didn't give her time to reply. And she didn't have the strength to. She couldn't do anything in front of an adult.

No! I don't want to leave my parents!

She shouted at him to let her go, but he didn't listen.

Her silver eyes were gradually losing their sparkle. They darkened as she was led out of the room.

And when the door closed in front of her, she felt as if her heart was turning to ashes. It didn't scatter anywhere but inside her. It were still there. Next to the remains of her pierced heart. But it wouldn't come back to fill the void. Not now. Never again.