Tokyo ghoul tragedy

Innocence

"What a beautiful day" papa said as I looked up at the blue skies the wind tickling my face making me giggle, "what's so funny Chika" question mama smiling down at me. Her blue hair swaying, taking my attention.

"Why don't I have mamas pretty hair" I said forgetting what was asked, her hair was pretty and soft while mine was messy and mismatched my papa says its like his but his is white. These were my last thoughts before the attack. Cans started flying at us from all directions father grabbed mother and me and released his kagune covering us and using it as a Shield at the time I was crying while my father protected us.

"Grab Ichika and go!" Is all I heard I was closing my eyes hoping for this to end. The smoke hurt my throat and was making me cough while the screams hurt my ears. When I finally looked up I saw my mothers face was filled with rage it was the first and last time I saw that look. As I was picked up my mothers kagune burst from her back revealing two blood red wings she leaped upwards only to fall back down, her wings were fading and spears made of a material that I didn't know of at the time pierced them and then the pears pulled her back to the ground she landed on her back me on her stomach looking lost for breath she stood up. I never forgot that moment, only now do I recognise the stance she took, it was the stance of someone who was desperate. The last things I remember her saying were "RUN" however I didn't run I fell over my mind numb in order to relieve my little brain I went to sleep. The next thing I knew there I was in a room with a checkered floor, I could see my father in the corner crouching in a pool of blood.

"Papa what's that" I asked but I wish I didn't I wish I just stayed quiet but, I didn't. My father turned around holding something the size of a head in his hand blood dripping from his lips I didn't quite see what it was and then I went closer
"My child you don't even recognise your own mother" the voice came from my father but it wasn't the kind, caring and gentle voice that told me stories it was the voice of a madman.

A madman who was cannibalising his wife's face, at that age all I could do was fall to my knees and scream, all I did was scream until I couldn't scream anymore my father continued to feast away at my mothers corpse although there wasn't much left just the head and an arm. He finished her corpse licking his lips and as he looked at me I saw them his eyes unobscured by his hair were both black and red then the colour started to fade and they went back to normal he saw my face and looked down below him was a pool of blood with pretty blue hair mixed in and he looked up at me and cried mumbling sorry over and over for what felt like forever. He looked back at me and started to walk over my screams started again as I crawled away with all my might he stopped moving his face grim he went pack to the pool of blood and his kagune came out only one and it curved round to his front and started to stab him, he was trying to kill himself. I should have stopped him but I didn't I didn't move I stopped screaming I stopped everything I just sat there emotionless, limp and sore. It took him a while but eventually he died he fell over his face in the blood it took me a day to realise it but I did and even then I did nothing but slowly I started to get hungry and his maggot ridden body gave of a smell. Not a rotten smell but a delicious fragrance, like Aunties freshly baked bread or the apples uncle suki would give me that smell is the last thing I clearly remember before my left eye went blurry then everything seemed red and dark and after that my mind went blank when I came to my senses I too was in the pool of blood this time there was also white hair in it. I realised what I had done and I didn't care I thought about what father did to mother and I felt it was only fair after all he did the same thing to my mother then gas started pouring in through the ceiling I didn't move after a while I heard a bang and fell asleep.