"Momma? Poppa?" Jenny whispers, standing over their dead bodies. The smell didn't mind her, but their eyes did. The way their blood shot eyes dart around the room as she stares at them even longer than usual without blinking is terrifying. "..You died too early."
Her face darkens as she clenches her teeth. This was supposed to last for a long while. Why did it end so quickly? The way Momma's organs spilled out on the floor, but one of them hung onto Momma's flesh. The way one of her eyes popped out, showing it's muscles which were connected to her brain. The way her dark tanned skin was soaked in her own blood as she cried for help.
The way Poppa's eyes rolled upwards into his brain as she stabbed his chest over and over. The way that his hand was halfway skinned as his face was burnt with gasoline. The way his limbs were neatly cut off from his torso as they were meant to be used for something else. She glanced at her knife and had an idea. What if.. What if she made a dress out of their own flesh? That way, they'll be a part of her forever, aside from her brother.
Her brother was sleeping peacefully upstairs, she may or may not have overdosed his glass of water with five sleeping pills. He could have died, but at least he died without knowing that his sister was a killer of their own family.
She giggled, brushing her Mom's hair away from her face. "Momma..you're gonna be with me forever...even you Poppa.." No response, just the dead silence of the lurking night. She giggled again. She turned to look in the mirror. So many bruises, so many scratches made by herself. The one permanent scar which damaged her eye was perfect. She now can replace it with a button, like she did whenever her doll's eye went missing.
Her smile faded away as soon as her eyes were fixated on that one bruise she hated. That one bruise that stuck out above the rest. The one she loathed the most. The bruise of when her brother tried to strangle her. It had the colors of purple and yellow on it, but from far away you'd think it's nothing. But it wasn't her fault.
It wasn't her fault that she took a bullet for his brother who almost died while she did. She was just finishing the job by coming back to life. To make them repay for what they have done. There was no funeral, they just burned her body and blew her ashes away like they were dandelions.
She had just come for revenge and to take what hers.
What did she take?
Ohohoho... She took their lives.
