It was consuming her,
the madness.
She could feel her sanity slowly slipping through her fingers.
Sooner or later she had to let her self go, and she did.
[Jerome Valeska x OC]
[Gotham]
previously titled Orphic
-acidity 2017
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"I'd rather be alone in my bed, alone in my head alone by myself because I know I'm a mess Everyone's strange, I'm hiding my name cause I'm too afraid of all the things I might say"
-Boy Epic, Kanye's In My Head
Something was off when the mother and daughter walked into the house, shopping bags in hand. It was almost eerie how quiet the house seemed. There was none of the usual music that the eldest daughter of the two, Olivia, would blare when she was home from ballet. Nor was there the aroma of whatever the father had been making for dinner or the constant bickering between father and son.
"Hello? Olivia?" Violet's mother, Florence, called out, setting her shopping bags down onto the marble floor. She was just as confused as Violet when no one answered.
"Edmund?" Florence tried again without success.
"Mother, they might not even be home, and Graham is doing whatever he does downtown," she rolls her eyes, setting down her shopping bags, too. "They could have gone out to grab something at the grocery store."
She nods in agreement, "I suppose you're right. Go into the study to see if your father left a note."
"Yeah, whatever," Violet replies, stalking off through the entryway and down the hall to the family's study.
Violet always found the study a fascinating room in her family's household. There were several bookshelves pushed up against the cream colored walls. They were full of the most entertaining books and the oddest items. The room had one long table that she did her school work on, along with her father's desk that sat at the head of the room with a large window right behind the desk. The study was Violet's one of favorite rooms in the house while her most favorable was the kitchen.
Violet's father always would leave a nicely folded note on the table if he ever went out to run errands. However, the only note left in the study was a message painted on the walls.
Red against white.
Bastard.
"M-mom." Violet turned to face her clueless mother who stood at the end of the hall. "I found them."
She came quickly, the sound of her heels made an urgent that echoed off the walls.
Florence shrieked at the sight of the pools of blood surrounding the fallen bodies. The source was a single bullet hole right in the center of their foreheads. Father's eyes were still open, lifeless and looking up into an abyss of empty space. Olivia's mouth was agape in a silent scream.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." She didn't know what to do. Violet stood there, frozen in the initial shock of her father's and sister's death.
