"Mummy, Daddy, watch me!" The girl shouted, tugging on the arms of her parents.
They stopped their quiet discussion, turning to give their daughter the attention she craved. Her Mother's eyes were warm, a lovely shade of blue that were almost identical to the child's, and her smile was as radiant as the sun. The girl didn't see the tears in her Mother's eyes, nor the falseness of her beautiful smile.
But her Father...no, she dare not even look at him. He frightened her
"Okay, love." Her Mother chuckled. "We're watching."
The girl clapped her small hands happily, before turning and running out of the house and onto the garden, her long blonde curls billowing behind her like wings.
She turned to the house, checking to make sure her parents were watching, and then very quickly, very fluidly, she rolled into a cartwheel.
The action had been practiced so many times that she didn't stumble once, a smile bright on her face the entire time.
When she was done, she stood up, beaming at her parents. And then she frowned.
They were both bickering, yet again, and hadn't even seen her cartwheel. Her Mother's face was tight and angry, yet her Father's was calm - eerily so. Almost too calm.
And then her Mother pulled back her hand, before slapping her Father across the face. The sound was so loud that it echoed through the window, making the child wince at the sound.
"Mummy! You hit Daddy!" She cried, but they didn't hear her.
Her Father's calm facade cracked and crumbled into something terrible, something so terrifying that no words could describe it.
Like her Mother had done, he pulled back his arm. But his hand was clenched into a fist, and the child watched in horror as it slammed into her Mother's face.
Now, the punch itself may not have killed her. But the woman fell backwards, smashing her head against the wall with such force that blood did not flow, it exploded out of her.
She dropped to the ground - still, bloody...and dead.
The girl's scream stole the air from her lungs, and the last thing she saw was her Father's terrified face.
And then everything...
Went...
Black.
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