Death

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Torn limbs.

Severed heads.

all of those pieces of my family scattered all over the room staining the recently painted wall red.

BLOOD.

I stared at the horrific sight of the one happy living room now tainted with the fresh smell of exposed flesh

This was too gruesome for my twelve year old mind to handle, all of my happiness gone. I whispered to my self

"who did this" my voice seemed impossibly loud in the quiet stillness of fresh death. I moved my foot and felt my feet step into something sticky and wet. I lifted it up and peered at the black liquid a piece of intestine hung off my now blood soaked socks.

Strangely i didn't throw up.

looked to the left of the room and saw a familiar figure, It was half of my Mother.

I quickly ran over to the dead body and tripped over something.

It was the other half.

it looked like it was stabbed many times with something like a knife.

my hand felt heavy all of the sudden, I held my hand up and then I saw it.

I was holding knife covered in blood. my face felt tight, I looked at the blood splatted mirror in the corner.

I was SMILING.

I started laughing, this had to be a joke. I couldn't have been the one who murdered my family. I dropped the knife into the pool of cold blood, splashing all over my lowered face.

"No no no no no no no, stop stop stop," I lifted a blood saturated hand up to my face, the smell of iron and human flesh up intruding my exposed nostrils. It wasn't mine. I quickly threw the hand away, the hand landed in a pool of pulled out organs.

I looked at the bodies of my family, most of them had half their faces sliced off.

I started crying, the tears landed in blood. why did this have to happen to me. why