The Monster's Hippy

Birthday Bloodbath

At least ten years later, the same girl now a developed woman used to the ease and joy she never had with her kin, returned to her neighborhood wearing the kind of outfit no one would've admitted before. She felt better then she had in years, black hair in a single braid down the back and ending with a pink bow.

"You sure you want to come back here? It's not like you were really missing anything before you left." "I know but today's my birthday, I'm seventeen now." "So? You could've stayed with your aunt Peach Blossom and uncle Firefly to celebrate it. How the heck am I supposed to tell the gypsy kids you decided to head back to civilization?" Clover rolled her eyes. "Your lifestyle's civilization too. Look, if I feel like coming back, I'll give you a call tonight okay?" The older woman sighed.

"Sure. Now get out of my truck." She playfully scolded, the young adult laughed before hopping out, waving to her guardian as she drove away. It was nice while it lasted, but now it's time to return to my family tree and make amends. Straightening her peace necklace, she grabbed her sticker decorated suitcase and skipped off down the block.

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"Aunt Gretel, your long lost niece has returned!" She hollered, hopping through the gaping front door, silence greeted her.  "Hello, isn't anyone going to come tell me to prepare for another funeral?" Her suitcase fell to the floor as she walked inside, fear starting to grow.

"Jackson this isn't funny." She continued walking through the still atmosphere, no, it wasn't so still anymore, flies circulated from some unknown source. As she headed towards the back, she noticed a slip of paper on the couch. She picked it up and flipped it over, finding a spot of red on one corner and a message in scratchy looking handwriting; If you yourself cannot release then it will come to take a piece. Folding up the paper, she turned a final corner stepped into the room, and froze like a library movie.

The table was set, pink lace paper cutouts and a red velvet cake in white frosting at one end, but the people weren't nearly as lively. Aunt Gretel lay with her head missing on the floor, stump bleeding. Jackson lay on the couch, arms mutilated and head turned at an unnatural angle, the rest of them were no better, all broken with their blood decorating everything except the table and cake.

She fell to her knees with a gaping mouth, soon accompanied by tears that coated her cheeks. Her mouth opened and closed several times in a vain attempt to scream, it wasn't until the fifth time when she finally did, a loud one that echoed back, almost mocking her. Fury fueling her every move, she stomped up to the table and ripped the decorations to shreds, shoving the cake into the trash as she screamed and screamed and screamed some more.

"Who? WHO THE HELL DID THIS?!?!?" She halted suddenly when she noticed something about the photo family tree on the wall some feet away, hers was the only one not splattered in blood. That only angered her further, throwing her fist so violently against the glass that it broke, sending a large shard into the back of her hand.

She cried out, holding it against her chest until her nerves slowed enough for her to attempt to pull it out, a jarring pain made her cry out, new tears joining the streaks on her face.

"I'll have to wait until later when it isn't bleeding so much." She said to no one in particular, turning and making her way up the stairs. She entered her room and lay on her bed, gazing blankly at her bloody back palm and the glass shard jutting out of it. To her own surprise, she found herself sleepy and soon nodded off.