𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 | 𝚁𝚈𝙰𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚈

❝𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑❞

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖮𝗇𝖾 | 𝖬𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋.

a small child curled up with her knees against her chest, her heart beating fast and uncontrollably. she felt as if the room walls were caving in and she had no way of getting out.

the yelling of one her parents who she slightly resembled with her soft chocolate skin color, her plump bottom lip that stuck out more than the top lip. the other she was a splitting image of with her big brown doll like eyes, her long eyelashes that she would blink rapidly when scared or she wanted something, her button nose that would tremble when she cried, her big chubby cheeks that her mother would kiss to make all the pain, sadness, and hurt go away.

her mother's ear piercing screams poked at her heart, she wished she could do something to make her father stop but it wasn't possible for her to. she liked to wish that her parents weren't fighting but were watching a scary movie instead.

the whooshing of air could be heard, it reminded her of the time she got in trouble and earned a butt whooping. he was whooping momma, she thought.

her eyes filled up with warm wet tears that dripped down her cheeks, her nose and bottom lip started to tremble in sadness. she shut her eyes and silently prayed like her grandma taught her before she passed away.

" lord please help mama get through this. lord please help me get through this," her soft voice spoke with a small rasp from her crying.

....𝖲𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲 𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖱

her hand shook in fear of what she was about to get herself into, the heavy gun felt like it weighed a ton in her small hand,

" princess don't do this, im sorry? okay im so sorry, " she stared him in his eyes that resembled hers, so it felt like she was staring into her own eyes. she picked up the gun with both of her hands and at that moment she felt no remorse as she let a bullet pierce him in the side of his head, she watched his body collapse to the ground with blood followed by it.

she walked off away from the cause of her childhood pain feeling a pint of happiness in the pit of her darkened heart. it was until she walked out of the basement where she just killed her father that she realized she had murdered someone at the age of twelve.

she had murder on her hands and she didn't care one bit.