( Completed) the scarlet lady

Reliving Darkness

Her blood was everywhere, it painted the walls, dripping onto the stone floor with a wet noise. It spread out on the floor, in dark puddle under her body. The metallic scent of it coated the air heavily. I could feel the wetness of it splattered on my face and clothing, as I stared in horror at my mother's desecrated corpse. The tears pricked and burned my eyes, but I wouldn't cry, not in front of this murderous fiend. I would save the tears for later. 
He looked up at me with a primal hunger in his eyes. He stepped towards me, and advanced quickly smiling.

He towered over me and asked in a chilling yet amused voice

''did you know, your whore of a mother only slept with me to protect you''?

My eyes widened in surprise, he relished in it and continued

''that's right she whored herself in your place.  So that I wouldn't touch you, but I got tired of her, and she got in my way.''

He disgusted me, I tried to push him away, but he was too strong.  Then he took a knife out.  The one he'd used to brutally kill my mother, and touched the cool metal to my face. I froze then he dragged it down, by the smooth surface as to not cut me, until he got to my dress. He slid it down cutting through the fabric easily. Then he threw me down onto the bed, and roughly pulled down my undergarment.

He tugged off his pants, and I closed my eyes. I knew what was going to happen, he pinned me to the bed. His face close to mine, so close I could smell his acrid sour breath. It felt disgustingly warm on my face. It took all of my might not to gag, I wanted to take the knife and take his life with it. Then he penetrated my body, the pain was blinding, I cried out but it seemed to just excite him more. This time when the tears came to my eyes, I couldn't stop them from falling. After he was finished, he straightened his clothes, and began to leave, before he left

he
ordered me ''clean up this mess''.

I couldn't disobey him, after all
he was the king.

I stood up only to collapse onto the floor, my body still hurt. When I tried to stand up, my legs felt like jelly, and I fell to the floor again, I scooted closer to my mother. I finally let the tears of grief fall, the smell of my own blood along with my mother's was suffocating. I tasted bile, then vomited on the floor. I felt so weak and shaky. I breathed slowly, trying to calm my battered body down, then I looked around.

Over her body I vowed something dark, something traitorous, I vowed I would someday kill the king. I wouldn't just kill him, I would trap him and torture him until he begged for his death. I would make him confess his sins, then I would feed his body to pigs, he wasn't good enough to be buried. It was befitting of him, for he was a pig himself, I dragged her out to a quiet place, and spent the whole night digging her grave. I placed an oddly shaped boulder to mark her it.  I cleaned up her blood. My body hurt for the next few days, and I repeated in my head what I'd do to the king.

I never realized how dark those thoughts were, especially in the mind of a eight year old girl.