(Y/N)'s perents aranged her to marry a older mam for money. so she can have kids, get money, and continue the generation, picket white fence and big house. but as she finally snaps not wanting to end a young mother with a 9 to 5 job paying below min...
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Tears fall from my eyes grazing over my lips down my chin and to the floor, the salty tears being tasted in my mouth, the wind blows through my hair as i cry silently on the floor. I gaze down at my bloodied hands shaking, my wedding dress stained with blood, the bottom wripped and dirtyed, mascara runing down my face, i hear the sirens in the distance. I hear it all, the birds chirping, the wind blowing, the crickets creeking, the grass moving...i smell the old smell evry church has, followed by freshly cut grass and blood, the smell metalic and burning my nose, the bodys around me still and unmoving. My mother laied next to me, her throat slit blood around her and on me. Her eyes wide but lifeless and devoid of all emotion, her mouth slightly open as she lays on her side.
My father was sprawled on the steps up to the alter where i sat. His hand broken, snapped sideways his bone peeking out. His mouth wide open blood pooring out his eyes wide but again. Lifeless. His back had moltipul stab wounds to the point you could see his spine that had been grabed and pulled almost out his back. His flesh wripped some on the floor,
my husband a few steps away. He was beheaded. A not so clean cut his head sat beside him, his eyes gouged out one sliced in half and thrown somewhere, the other hanging out the socket. His jaw out of place and jagged. His chest cut open his guts spilling out, his face took 17 hits with a axe bearly reconisable.
Beside me laied the axe i used. To kill my perents..to kill my feance? No...to free me..to help me escape. Im free.
The doors of the church burst open as a load of cops run in guns pointed at me as i stay dead still. They are running at me and yelling at me to get down to the ground, to step away from the wepon and the body. I dont listen. They tackle me and cuff me dragging me along and throw me into the cold metal box of a car. I sit up and wipe blood off my cheek..this is how my wedding day goes?..this is why i never wanted to mary.
