My Bloody Revenge

Early memories

"Mommy, mommy look what I made!" 

Proudly Lyra holds up a colorful crayon drawing of  the entire family while running inside the kitchen.

"Whats this?" The woman asks her daughter.

"Its us mommy."

Suddenly the drawing is ripped away from the little girls hands and shredded to pieces. Ocean blue, cold, eyes meets soft, tear-filled, grey/blue eyes.

"Why did you do that, mommy?"

"It was an ugly drawing, just like you." the woman says harshly. " And what have I told you about calling me mommy? You will call me Tiana and nothing else." she sneers in disgust.

SLAP!

Lyra falls to the floor with a harsh thud, elbow smashed into the hard floor. Silent tears falls down her cheeks.

"You little vomit mongrel! Filthy little rat!" 

Another slap.

"You dare lay your filthy fingers on your siblings things then have the audacity to draw an even filthier thing and include yourself in it! Have we not taught you anything?" 

Lyra starts to shake on the floor. Tears are pooling like a broken faucet down her cheeks and her little heart hurts with every word. She can't understand why things like that is said to her and something inside her says not to ask about it.

A few more hard slaps are delivered to her already swollen cheek. 

"No dinner for you."

Tiana grabs her daughter by the hair and drags her towards the basement and flings the door open before giving a good kick in the back of Lyra, making her tumble down the stairs. With a sick smile on her lips she watches her own daughter fall down and painfully land at the bottom with a scream and loud crying. 

"It hurts..." Lyra whimpers, cradling her left arm.

"Should have thought of that before you decided to steal your siblings crayons."

"I'm sorry, please, don't leave me. I will be good. Promise." Lyra stutters out weakly. 

"God, you are pathetic." Tiana sighs. "If you shut up and stop with that whiny noise I might let you out earlier than I planned." 

The last thing she heard before the darkness took over was her mother laughing then slamming the door shut, locking it and walking away. All alone in the cold basement she tries her best to re-position herself while not moving the aching arm too much. 

Like previous times times down here Lyra can't understand why she ends up in the darkness of the basement, all alone and hurt. The slaps was harder this time and more than one. It was also first time getting kicked. Fat tears still leaked down her cheeks and she did her best to not make any sounds in hope of getting out faster.

"Maybe mommy will smile if I'm good." she whispers quietly to herself.