There was Never Just One

Lucy

Chapter 2 | Lucy

Lucy was merely 12 when she broke. Her mother stood by the sink scrubbing her China, as she did after every meal. Her dad was mowing the front lawn then after he would mow the back-yard lawn. As for Lucy, she sat in front of their 65" flat-screen T.V. watching SpongeBob, quietly coloring a doodle of some sort, in what seemed to be her room.

Lucy's mother approached the flight of stairs and yelled up to Lucy, "Lucy! Lucy honey, could you please come over here for a moment and help your dear old mother?" Lucy's mother yelled up the flight of stairs before returning to scrubbing the scum off the plates.

Lucy paused her show, slipped on some slippers, grabbed Mr. Teddy, and ran down the flight of stairs. There her mother stood to her left, through the kitchen doors. Lucy entered only to find her mother's apron and gloves on the floor and her mother gone. The water was still running. Her mother just called her down how could she have just disappeared? Lucy approached the faucet barely tall enough to reach the faucet. As she reached for her dear life she turned the handle noticing her father's mower not mowing as it was supposed to. She approached her backyard sliding door only to find that their backyard shed and patio were both trashed. The tire marks of the mower laid everywhere upon the ground on their concrete patio but the shed was worse. That's where the mower had crashed, smoke emerged from the burning shed.

Lucy approached their shed and when she got close enough she saw that no one sat in the lawn mower seat. Lucy was petrified at this point and had no idea what was happening. She walked in the area of the crash to be sure that her father wasn't there but once she reached the back of the shed it was too late. A man was on top of her father repetitively entering a hunting knife through his heart and each time blood spat out his mouth. Lucy's grasp of Mr. Teddy slowly untightened and he falls to the ground.

Lucy stood motionless. She wondered what her family had done with this man and was mesmerized by the blood that left her father and the blade cutting so easily into the man's warm flesh. She approached the sliding door but stopped at the handle, her knuckles turned white as she tightened around it. There was a women sprawled across the ground on the other side of the glass, she laid motionless. There was a kitchen knife in the center of her forehead, her wrists were slashed open, and a butter knife was locked into the side of her neck. The women laying on the ground reminded Lucy so much of her mother... Because it was.

Her hands fall to her sides, and onto her face. Tears start emerging from her eyes and she lets out a whimper as she falls to her knees. Her parents died in nearly ten minutes of her life, so fast, so real, and there was nothing she could have done about it even if she tried.

She couldn't look at her mother, because all she can think about is her calm, comforting voice. She remembered her father and the evil man, turning around struggling to see she saw him standing with the bloody blade. He had a crazed look in his eyes, that frightened Lucy. She stumbled to her feet as the psycho started his way toward her. She turned toward the sliding door handle and grasped it, struggling to push it open, a hand squeezed around her wrist. She yelped in pain as his grasp tightened. She was dragged into the living quarters as another palm gripped her hair. It was the man running toward her earlier.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Lucy shrieked.

The man cuffed his hand around her mouth, but she opened wide and bit as hard as she could. She could see blood and then a hand hit her right in her face. One man gripped her legs while another grabbed her arms. She tried to fight back but the two men overpowered her. Holding her legs the one man with his other hand brought out his knife, and in one quick motion sliced her cheek. The men were just chuckling and snickering under their breathes as they tortured her. She was frightened and didn't know what to do.

She was able to loosen her hand out of grip and grab his hand steering the knife in his hand into his windpipe. As the man grips his throat his blood trickles onto her spring themed dress. Behind her the man lifted his arm to hit her but she just swung back with the heavy blade... And just by the sound of his corpse flailing to the ground she knew that she struck him.

The police arrived soon after she called them. When they entered the house they found the Lucy's mother, father, and her two nemesis' bodies. She sat on the couch with the knife still in her hand, blood was all over her dress and hands. The authorities found her watching cartoons, she was in shock and there was no therapy that could make her forget what she saw. There was no therapy that could help her forget what she had done.