Roses Are Dead Like Violet In Bed

Witches and Dead Little Bitches

I get home at around 1 A.M. The whole carnival thing didn't have me upset. I wasn't even bothered. In fact, I was quite happy it happened. It brought out the true colors of those around me, and I'm so very grateful for that. When I reach inside, the smell of baby formula hits me. I honestly forgot I had a new baby sibling, she's so damn quiet. I literally have not heard her cry since she's been home.

I grab a towel from the downstairs closet and make my way to the guest shower. I love the black one way glass they used for this bathroom. They can't see in, but I can see out. I walk in and turn the lock. As I began to take off my clothes, I heard a tap on the glass. A shiver rushes up my spine as I turn to face the window and try not to look fearful.

Wait. You can't look fearful. THEY CAN'T SEE YOU VIOLET!

I'm so stupid. As I go closer to the window I see that it was only the branch of a tree that knocked on the window. I don't know why I'm so paranoid, I'm just like mom.

The shower is soothing. The warm water trickles down my body like water trickles off of leaves after a heavy rain. This is what I need: relaxation. I didn't know soda would be this hard to get out of hair. Like Jesus, what the hell do they put in this stuff? It took a while, but I got it. My hair lost the sticky hard feeling and gained its loose silky feeling. I turned off the pipe, grabbed my towel, and stepped out of the tub.

While standing in front of the mirror drying my hair, I notice that my clothes are gone. Whenever I take a shower I always bring my clothes in with me. Then I start to second guess myself; Did I really bring them in this time? Well the night has been kind of stressful so maybe it slipped my mind. I wrap my towel around my body and head upstairs to get my clothes. Lord behold: my clothes were laying there on my bed. Ugh, so stupid. I drag on my clothes quickly then check my phone for the time.

0% Please Connect Charger

When I take a closer look I see that my phone actually wasn't on the charger, which is strange because I plugged it in before I took a shower. Again, I shrug it off. I plug my phone back in and go downstairs for some food.

When I grab the fridge door I feel another hand grab my arm. In the darkness I couldn't see perfectly, but I could see the outline of a tall figure wearing dark clothing and a ski mask. The figure grabs me by my hair and flings me across the counter. I hit my head on one of the low cabinets, but not hard enough for me to bleed.

Just as I am about to let out a scream I feel a second pair of hands clamp over my mouth and muffle my scream. The first figure stuffs my mouth with one of the kitchen cloths and keeps it secure with duct tape. The same figure ties my hands up with a rope. I'm guessing it's a man because of his build and grip. Figure 2 is standing over the knife container, trying to choose what to use to kill me probably.

When they finally find one, they come over and squat in front of me, and slowly slide the flat surface of the knife against my cheek. Why are they toying with me? Why not just kill me? They begin to move the knife towards my hair, but I give them a deep bite on their hand before they get too far.

They let out a deep groan and jump back landing on their butt, dropping the knife. While they twist and turn in pain, I quickly grab up the weapon and hide it behind me. The figure comes up to me and gives me a hard slap across my left cheek. Figure 1 gets ice out of the freezer, then they both go on the other side of the kitchen and begin to conversate. Meanwhile, Im secretly using the knife to cut myself loose. I could free my hands, then take off the tape to scream. But after a while I remembered that neither Mom or Dad were home. Dad had some kind of police meeting to go to out of town.

I was on my own.

This whole escaping thing was much harder than it looks in the movies. After a while my hand began to cramp, but I knew I had to keep going. After a good 10 minutes of sliding the blade against the rope, I finally made a clean cut. I decided the next time one of them came over here next to me is when I would strike, and my plan was soon executed.

Not too long after I cut the rope, figure 1 came over to me. They grabbed my arm as if to pick me up, but I knew this was my chance. I plunged the knife into the abdomen of the figure, trying my best to hit some vital organs. They let out a scream. Well, he let out a scream. There was no denying that this was a man now. The deep scream proved it all. As figure 2 ran towards us, I darted upstairs to my parents' room where I locked the door behind me. I go straight for the closet, I remember Dad telling me that this is where he kept his gun.

The closet was so full, I didn't know how my parents would find what they wanted to wear. I had to stand at the entrance of the closet to take in my surroundings. If I wanted to find this gun I would have to dig fast. Very fast. I thought to myself that Dad wouldn't hide it in the center pile, so I tried the clutter of the right since he was right handed. I was wrong. Maybe it was the center after all? By this time I can hear the two invaders trying to open the door.

SHIT.

Quickly, I dug through the middle pile but still found nothing. Now their breaking the door down with a chair or something. I don't have much time. I hurry and search the pile of clutter on the left, and deep in its depths I found a dark green case. When I opened the case, I see a shiny revolver. I quickly try to load the gun, but the bullets keep falling out of my hands.

I can feel them getting closer.

I get the last bullet in the chamber and run out of the closet. My gun aimed at the door, ready to shoot. After a few more hits with a lamp, the broken lock fell off, and the door opened. Figure 2 throws the lamp at me, and the corner catches the side of my head. I fumble a little, but now is no time for lagging. I keep my gun at the ready.

In unison, the figures begin to approach me with long strides.

"STOP! OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SHOOT"

The figures only hesitate for a while before continuing their strides. They were getting too close, and I had no choice. I aim my gun at the shorter figure and pull the trigger. After that, I shoot figure 1 in the arm. They stumble back a little bit before getting up and coming at me. With his good arm, the man begins to choke me. I can feel the air leaving my body, not having oxygen. Soon I started seeing double, then triple, and after that things started getting dark. Very, very dark. Until there was no more light. I died.

Yes, I died. It was for a split second, but something brought me back. I don't know if it was my spirit guides or if my heart still had some energy left, but I came back. I take my fingers and shove them in the wound on his arm. Screams of agony fill the room, as well as the sound of police sirens coming from outside.

Upon hearing the sound of the sirens, he drops me and bolts downstairs. He takes the backdoor out, and disappears. Just then, the police break through the front door.

"DON'T MOVE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"

"WAIT! WAIT! I'M THE VICTIM!"

The officers begin to lower their guns.

"Somebody check upstairs" says a man who I am guessing is the boss. "Your neighbor said she heard a gunshot coming from this house and wants us to check it out".

"That was me," I say between staggered breaths, hands trembling "that was me." I bend over and put my hands on my knees. Some of the tension leaves my body.

"CHIEF! COME UP HERE, YOU'RE GONNA WANNA SEE THIS!"

"Hold on dear" says the chief as he makes his way upstairs.

We enter my parents' room where figure 2 still lays on the floor. The detective places two fingers on the side of their throat and turns to us shaking her head. I killed them.

"Mrs. Ummm-"

"Violet. Just call me Violet.

"Well Violet, can you think of anyone who would want to do this?"

"No. Not all at all"

He narrows his eyes at me.

"Detective take off that mask".

Slowly, the woman removes the ski mask, and a chill takes over my whole body.

Emilia. Figure 2 is Emilia.

This is not what surprises me. I'm surprised about figure 1. The man. The boy. I can't believe this happened, after all these years. But I guess I had to live with it, and I had to accept the truth.

Amiin is figure 1.