We Were Created.

Chapter 1: Sleep in a Marble Room.

Blood dripped down the marble walls, splattering onto the floor with each passing minute. She stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror, a vacant expression on her face. Relinquishing the bloody knife, she cautiously reached for the item atop the corpse. Her hands trembled as she grasped the crown with its intricate floral pattern on the outside. Her eyes bore into her reflection, the woman in the reflection, with a maniacal glow. Her manic laughter echoed through the room, so intense that it could even cause the ears of a deaf person to scream.

She wore a white, floor-length gown with a square neckline. It had fitted bodice with short, puffed sleeves and a full skirt. The skirt was made of several layers of ruffles and had a floral design. The dress was trimmed with lace and had a beautiful ribbon sash along the waist. Her long, blonde, messy hair fell down her back as she stared at herself in the shattered mirror with her crystal blue eyes, who's stare could prick you like a needle. She wore that beautiful crown as if it were her own, but as she had murdered the king, I suppose it was hers now. She had the power of the kingdom in the soft palm of her hand, the same palm that held the knife which was now located in the poor man's back.

"My love, I've done it." She whispered into the mirror, her voice calm yet tinged with desperation. Her gaze pierced through her warped reflection, her eyes fixed on her own. The mascara on her lashes began to run, streaming down her pale cheeks in an unrelenting flow. Her grief turned to rage as her cries evolved into screams, nearly shattering the mirror with its intensity. She began haranguing her reflection, spewing words of vitriol and condemnation, her cries ringing through the room like a raging forest fire. Her emotions reached a fever pitch as she brandished the knife at her own throat. "You promised..."

She took the crown off her head, staring at it as it stared back at her. She raised it above her head and launched it at the mirror. Shards flew all over the place, the floor was covered in bit of glass as water soon began to pour from the hole in the mirror. Her eyes widened in shock and terror as the water wouldn't stop rushing, it was up to her knees before she realised what danger she was in. Her dress stuck to her white knees as her blood-curdling screams got louder and more urgent, "HELP!" She cried, the water up to her thighs now.

The dead body began to float. The girl, desperately grasping onto the singular strand of hope to survive, threw her arms around. Her cries rose in volume, intensifying with each second. The flow of water refused to diminish. The body continued to ascend, and her cries, soon, stopped. The water ceased its movement, leaving the room drenched – just like their lifeless bodies. All was silent; only the echoes of the water remained.

A little boy, sitting outside the room, watched helplessly through the glass window. Tears streamed down his face, though he had no control over it. He witnessed the brutal stabbing and the helpless screaming, and he was unable to do anything as the water flooded the room. His heart filled with sorrow and dread as he saw the lifeless bodies float, and he could not bear it anymore. "Mum? Dad?" He cried, his voice shaky and trembling from the fear he felt. He was unable to save them, only able to watch...