Children of a Murderer

𝓣𝓦𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓨 𝓔𝓘𝓖𝓗𝓣 - 𝓜𝓘𝓒𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓛

TW: mentions of stabbing, parental violence/abuse, crying, death, hospitals, and blood.if you aren't ok with any of this, feel free to skip this chapter!

A year earlier....

"Which one do you want, Micheal?" Mom asked, pointing at all of the stuffed animals. We were at a carnival, one that comes every year. It was the only thing that Mom would take us to without Dad, since he hated the sound of the balloons popping and those were everywhere.

"The elephant," I said, looking at the blue colored elephant. 

Mom smiled. "We'll have the elephant," she said to the lady working the booth. We had just won a game together, specifically the water one where you race to see which one can fill it up the fastest. 

The lady handed Mom the elephant, making Lizzy pout and Evan emotionless as usual. 

"I want an elephant," Elizabeth complained. "I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!"

I looked down at the elephant in my hands, knowing how Elizabeth would probably play with it once and then disregard it. I found myself handing Elizabeth the elephant. 

"You can have it," I said.

"Are you sure, Micheal?" Mom asked, concerned. "We can win Elizabeth another one, you know. You don't have to give her that one if you don't want to."

I shrugged. "Nah, I'm sure Elizabeth will have more uses for it than me," I said. I gave it to her, making her eyes light up immediately, leading to a happy Elizabeth.

We watched as she bounced up and down, before she grabbed Evan and dragged him over to the funhouse, leaving me and Mom there.

"That was sweet of you, Micheal." she smiled. Then she turned to me, dropping that same smile. She reached into her back pocket and took out small pocket knife. It was purple, with little gold accents on it. "I want you to have this, so then you can protect Elizabeth and Evan forever," she said, placing it in my hand. "Use it whenever you feel its necessary, or don't use it at all."

I tilted the pocket knife over in my hand, noticing it. "Why would I need this?" I asked. "We have you, and you're a pretty good protector. We also have Dad, you know."

At the mention of Dad's name she winced but quickly recovered. "You spend more time with your siblings than either of us," Mom said. "I'd feel better knowing you have a way to protect yourself until I or your father get there." She placed her hand over mine. "And you may never have to use it, and that's also ok."

I nodded. Why would I ever need a pocket knife to protect me and my siblings? We're perfectly safe at home, I thought. 

"Okay, Mom," I shrugged, putting the knife in my back pocket. "I'll keep it with me."

"All times?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If it makes you feel better, then yes. I will have it with me at all times," I shrugged. "Now can we please go and get Lizzy and Evan before they begin to terrorize people?"

Mom chuckled. "Sure Micheal."

Present day....

Dad loomed over me, playfully holding a knife in the air as if I was a barbie doll that Liz was about to cut open. I gasped, noticing exactly where it was aimed.

Come on Micheal, there's got to be something you can do!

"Dad, what are you doing?" I managed to get out, my eyes fixed on the soft shake of the knife in his hands.

"What I should have done many, many, many years ago," he answered, his smile dropping. "Do you know how hard it is, when your mother leaves me? I did everything for her, and she repays me by leaving me with an ungrateful teenager, a spoiled brat, and an emotionaless fucker!"

He brought the knife down, to which I barely managed to dodge. Dad was fast. Almost as if he had done this before.

I got up to my feet, prepared to run. "Dad, I don't think Clara would appreciate you killing me!" I yelled. "What about Elizabeth and Evan?"

Dad looked at me, his eyes crazed like a maniac. "What about them? They're just like you. Can't even listen to simple instructions, can you, Elizabeth?" Dad asked, turning to his left. 

Elizabeth?

Then I saw her, crouched by the entrance to the kitchen, with her little head peaking out at us. Before I could react, Dad was making his way to her, faster than I could. "ELIZABETH RUN!" I yelled.

That's when I remembered. The pocket knife.

"I want you to have it so you can protect Elizabeth and Evan forever."

I've got it now, mom.

Recovering fast, Elizabeth disappeared down the hall, Dad following right after her. There weren't many places you could hide in our house, it was very straight forward and small. I chased after them, holding the pocket knife in my hand. Before I knew it, I had lost Elizabeth and Dad, but soon found Dad.

"Where is Elizabeth?" he asked, his eyes looking as if he were possessed or something.

"Far away from you, I hope," I grimanced.

He charged at me, letting out a growl no human could possibly make. I tried to jump out of the way but his knife sliced a layer of my skin on my shoulder. I yelped, throwing my hand to the wound as I tried to assess how bad it was. But I didn't have time for that.

I quickly dodged as Dad charged at me again, but this time I was ready. I used the pocket knife and stabbed him in between his shoulder blade and collarbone, making him grunt and groan as he fell to the ground, in pain.

But he wasn't done, no.

He recovered fast enough and cut my ankle, making me fall to the ground too, both of us in pain.

"Dad, don't make me do this. Don't make me kill you," I winced, my shoulder and ankle stinging with pain. 

"I'm not making you do anything," he answered, trying to breathe. "Nothing at all."

I tried to stay awake and fight the pain my body was in but it was no use, before I knew it, Elizabeth was hovered over me.

"El-Elizabeth?"

And then everything else was a blur. Elizabeth crying, Evan sitting above me. Then I was on a stretcher, going to the hospital, something about internal bleeding in my stomach. Then I was being rushed to the surgical wing, Elizabeth's cries still ringing in my head.

Then everything went dark, and I was fast asleep with no more pain rushing through me.

so, hi.

that was lowkey intense to write, idk if it came off as intense but lets just say my search history is not eating rn

hope u enjoyed the little clara flashback i had at the beginning <3