Family of Secrets (Rewrite)

That fateful night

On a stormy September evening, a little girl with raven black hair and sea green eyes watched in horror at the scene in front of her.

Her mother hastily writing a note while her stepfather screamed at her, flailing his arms, only barely missing the corners of shelves with his bottle. 

"Percy!" The woman called, "Come over here fast!" Noting the urgent tone in her mother's tone, the girl did as fast as she could. "You must do something for me, please take that note and run to the police station down the street. Bring them to our home." 

Not giving her daughter any chance to refuse, the woman put herself between the man and her daughter, pushing the girl towards the door. As she entered the station, officers turned to her. 

"Hello little one, what's your name?" A kind woman asked her. The girl did her best to suppress a wince at the light touch of the woman's hand on her arm and to talk loud enough to be heard. 

"I-I'm Percy, mommy told me to bring police home very fast. Smelly Gabe is hurting her bad. Please help mommy." She told the officer shy and near tears. 

"Please lead the way, my friend and I will help you and your mommy." Percy threw all her weariness in the wind as she took the woman's arm and pulled her towards the door as fast as she could. The officer gestured for one of her colleagues to come with them, not knowing what they would see once they were where the girl brought them. 

As they waked through the street, it seemed like the rain parted around Percy, keeping her dry, only the wind seemed to be able to touch her. In front of the eerily silent door, the officer knelt down to Percy and spoke softly to her. 

"Percy, stay behind us, and don't make a single sound." The four-year-old nodded and stayed behind the officers, as they broke down the door. But even from behind the two, she saw her mothers' blood strained body on the floor, a knife that clearly sliced through her skin on various places before it stabbed her, right where her heart was. 

The two adults charged at the man, who stood over the body, as Percy ran over to kneel beside the corpse, her mother's blood soaking through the girl's clothes. 

"Mommy! Please wake up." She chanted these four words repeatedly in hope for her mother to sit up and tickled her breathless. The man brought Gabe, screaming at, and threatening Percy loudly, to the police station, while the female stayed behind with Percy, waiting for the ambulance. 

She gently guided the girl away from her mother's dead body and sat her on a chair, ignoring the startling similarities to a once well-known teenager. 

"Hey, Percy, my name is Emily, what do you have in your hands?" The officer asked, her voice soft with understanding. It sadly was a regular sight so see a bloody corpse while working for the Gotham police. Some officers take lessons on how to deal with traumatized children or adults in situations like this. 

"M-my mommy gave this, before she told me to get the police." Percy mumbled, looking at the ground while handing the note to the officer. 

Good evening, 

if you are reading this, it means my worst fears became true. My husband must have done something that resulted in me being unable to take care of my little girl. As depressing as it may sound, I expected this for quite a while already. I knew my marriage with Gabe would be dangerous, but it was the only way for me to protect my daughter. I wrote a detailed explanation over everything that happened, and a few letters (marked with names or similar) for certain people and hid the stack in the farthest corner in my closet. On the top of the stack is a blue folder, decorated with shells, with everything important about my daughter Persephone (Percy for short). In there is also information about my family. Please tell her I love her.