Slipknot Imagines

Sleep, my child.

     Ring around a Rosie...

Ring around a Rosie...

     The 2 young sisters smiled happily as they spun around, the 2 young ones laughing as they enjoyed this moment.
     The older sister, not even 2 years older than the younger one. Fell gently onto the soft, yet welcoming grass of their own backyard home.
     The mother inside, watched with sigh and relief. Then she thought of her new husband, who was abusive. She had no idea what would happen tonight...

     The day went on normal, the girls playing and laughing. The sun tickling their noses with a hint of rosiness. When the 2 girls entered inside, there was the man who had been terrorizing their mother.
     He smiled, picking up the 2 girls and walking away with them into the living room and upstairs to the attic. He let them down, letting them wander to their toy box which held tons of toys. While he exited the attic, going to see his wife.
     The old woman, their grandmother, was dead. She was plastered upon a clear door, eyes closed, bewildered, frightened, but dead. He had killed her just a few moments ago.

     The woman screamed, the man covered her mouth and bent her over a table. And began to violate her.

     The 2 girls looked at each other, wondering what was going on. The younger one getting frightened, the older sister held her, and comforted her younger sister.
     She held the small bunny plushie close, the one she called Benny. Small tears gathered around their glossy, emerald green eyes.

     What was coming next... was unexpected.

     A living nightmare, the shadowing of the deaths that have happened in that old home of theirs. Her beloved children...

     She screamed, "Don't touch them!" She shouted at the man, the man avoided her and marched up into the attic.
     He stood there, slowly inching towards the girls, a huge knife in hand.

     Blood was spilled, the girl lay gently on the floor, "Mama..." She said, the other girl cried, holding onto her older sister.
     The man ran out of the house, without a trace. Except for the murder and violation that has happened.
     The mother ran upstairs, and saw the girls. One was dying, and the other was comforting, holding onto her sister as she slowly bled the young flesh and liquid out of her.
     "Mama...?" The young dying girl called out, the mother ran to the two girls and embraced them. She cried harder than anything, she stroked her daughters cheek.
     
     "Close your eyes... it will all be over..." She said. It was too late... she was going to die. The rest of her life, gone. Her younger sister will be forever haunted by the memories that crept inside her head.

Trauma...

     The older girl closed her eyes, "Don't open them." The mother said. But she didn't listen.
     She opened her eyes, one last time. Before feeling herself fall into the pit of darkness. Where she could find her place... where she could grow...

In spirit...

Hey guys, this chapter was inspired by a dream I've had a few nights ago, it killed me when I woke up. It had me in tears, about a young girl, dying, two sisters, an abusive husband, a loving mother who'd do anything for her children. The grandmother, the one who'd make the girls' clothes, the one who'd spoil them with food and toys. And Bennie, the stuffed animal that her grandmother had given her.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

See ya in the next one, bye