"Honey!" the woman said lifting the little girl up. The young mother studied the three year old. She was her everything, her light in the dark, her beautiful in ugly, her sun in the rain.
"Darling! Our carriage is here" the man said and opened the door. The little girl looked at the carriage and smiled. She loved riding in it, mostly if her parents were there. She jumped out of her mother's grip and flew towards the carriage. She hopped inside next to her father.
"...and then princess Vanessa got married!" the girl explained the story that she made up for her toys.
"Did they kiss?" her mother asked, smiling. The girls cheeks became red.
"No!"
"Why not?" her father asked laughing. Why were they laughing? What was so funny? Kissing was disgusting.
"Because it's gross!"
"But then how will you show the one you love that you love them?"
"With gifts!" her parents laughter was annoying her.
"Love isn't expressed by gifts, neither is it expressed by kissing, kissing and gifts are only a part of a relationship, you'll understand when you're older" her mother explained. The girl bit her lip and looked at her mother's belly.
"Was the baby created with kissing?" she asked. Her mother and father's eyes widened.
"Not exactly, do you have any ideas for names?" her father asked.
"Well..." then it a changed. The carriage flew in the air. The windows broke, just like the girl's mind.
Fear. That was all that the girl felt in this moment. She closed her eyes out of fear, mistake, she felt how something cut her delicate chest, the girl screamed out of pain as the thing kept cutting and made its way up to her back. The pain was unbelievable, at least that's what she thought, the carriage landed and the girl hit her head on something. Now that hurt.
The only thing that she could hear was buzzing. Her vision was blurry but she could see a figure, it walked towards the girl, but stopped. The four year olds vision came back. She couldn't make out the tall figure, but managed to make out what it was looking at, it was her mother. The figure pulled out something and pointed it to the woman. Without second thought he pulled the trigger and BAM! Mommy was no longer here and the girl could understand that perfectly, at least, that's what she thought.
Kill
Kill
KILL
KILL!!!
The girl hopped up, grabbed a shard of glass and stuck it in the murderer's shoulder. He yelled and dropped his gun. The girl grabbed it and pointed it at him. She looked into his evil eyes, then she moved to his soul, which was darker than a raven, then, without any thought she shot him once...
Ha
Twice...
Ha ha
Three times...
Ha Ha Ha
Four times...
HA HA HA HA!
Five times...
HA HA HA HA HA! He's dead...
The girl smiled.
Dead...and never coming back again...HAHAHAHAHAHA!
I woke up. I looked through the window, but what was I expecting? Comfort? Happiness? Love? Warmth? After that day the only person who cared about me was my maid, and she was only scared of me...I sighed and dunked back into the warm bed. I lifted my nightgown and saw the long scar that started from my belly, made its way up my chest and ended on my back, I ran my finger across it. This reminded me why I did this, why I was a murderer, why I was emotionless, why I didn't care about anyone or anything, because in this life you were on your own.
After a few hours of trying to fall to sleep I gave up and got of the bed. I put on a black dress, so that it was harder for people to see me. I opened the door and headed towards the kitchen. The only thing that I loved in this world was food, it was with me through the darkest periods of my thirteen year old life. It was the only thing that didn't judge me, not that of spoke, but you get it.
I opened the door and saw some bread on the table. An evil smirk appeared on my face. 'Do you want it?' I asked/thought. The lifeless bread didn't do a thing. (American Pie just popped into mind) 'It doesn't really matter what you want, I'm still going to eat you' I tiptoed to the bread and took a big bite out of it. 'You taste so nice'
"Midnight snack?" I dropped the bread and looked at the door. It was Ciel. I swallowed the chunk.
"Problem? I didn't eat any dinner" the preteen smirked.
"Me neither, who in their right mind would eat snails?" I shrugged. The boy walked towards one of the shelves and pulled down a packet of biscuits. He sat infront of me and stuffed his mouth with them.
"Talk about manners" the Earl stared at puzzling, but then realized how he was eating. "Meh, don't worry, it's one o'clock at night, so I don't expect anyone to have manners" I said. A faint smile appeared on his face. Then I noticed it, he wasn't wearing an eye patch, but his hair was covering his eye. "You aren't wearing your eye patch"
"I-" he touched his patch of hair, as his hands found out that there wasn't any cloth his face became pale.
"It's okay, I'm not curious" lie. My curiosity was one of my many demons that I hated and loved at the same time. How I wanted to flip that lock of hair and see his scar. (it's not a scar hon') Silence filled the empty room.
"Well, I'm going to re-"
"Oh come on, it's night time and we have the mansion all to ourselves, we're going to explore"
"I know this building like the-"
"I. Don't. Give. A. Rats. Ass." I giggled and grabbed his wrist. He tried to let go, but I was stronger than him, so eventually he gave up.
