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⠀i . bloody carpet ⠀, '13 ⠀༄ ⠀another ⠀rainy day ⠀─ ⠀branches knocking on ⠀the glass window as the harsh wind ⠀whistled at the night sky ⠀. ⠀the tiny ⠀droplets of water dancing across the ⠀cracked sidewalk ⠀&& ⠀washing ⠀away all the dirt that decided to rest ⠀upon it ⠀. ⠀some droplets made ⠀their way in ⠀&& ⠀dropped into a ⠀bucket half filled with water that ⠀stood at the far corner of the dimly ⠀lit room ⠀. ⠀drip drip drip ⠀. ⠀it was ⠀an endless routine as long as the ⠀seattle weather decided it would rain ⠀another day ⠀. ⠀and apart of this ⠀routine was bianca's endless reading ⠀on crime cases ⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀her mind was absorbing small ⠀details so fast ⠀. ⠀the patterns in ⠀each attack ⠀, ⠀the similarities ⠀. she ⠀was almost trapped into her own ⠀little world yet again but the ⠀the inhumane scream that came from ⠀downstairs was loud enough to ⠀startle her ⠀. ⠀her heart was telling ⠀her to stay but her mind was saying ⠀the opposite ⠀. ⠀the pleads that came ⠀afterwards were all too familiar ⠀─ ⠀mommy ⠀, ⠀no ⠀. ⠀she wanted so bad ⠀to close her eyes ⠀&& ⠀pray that this ⠀was a bad dream but the screams ⠀seemed to grow louder the longer she ⠀she took ⠀. ⠀before bianca knew what ⠀she was doing ⠀, ⠀her reading ⠀glasses were off ⠀&& ⠀her feet were ⠀leading her past the hallway ⠀&& ⠀down the carpeted stairs ⠀. ⠀when ⠀she reached the bottom ⠀, ⠀she didn't ⠀recognize her own home ⠀─ ⠀it wasn't ⠀home anymore ⠀. ⠀every ⠀happy childhood memory was washed ⠀away with the blood of her ⠀own mother ⠀. ⠀every scream that ⠀came by the fireplace drowned out ⠀the songs that they used to sing at ⠀christmas time ⠀. ⠀her heart was in ⠀her throat as she ran into the kitchen ⠀&& ⠀grabbed the closest sharp object ⠀she could find ⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀her mind was racing ⠀, ⠀beads of ⠀sweat were running down her head ⠀&& ⠀ bianca had to hold back the ⠀lump in her throat that threatened to ⠀turn into vomit ⠀. ⠀why was this ⠀happening to her ⠀? ⠀there she stood ⠀, ⠀hovering over her father who ⠀continued to plunge the knife into her ⠀mother's blood covered throat ⠀. ⠀the ⠀screams were gone now ⠀, ⠀but the ⠀teenager would rather take screaming ⠀over the sounds of her mom ⠀gargling ⠀&& ⠀choking on her own blood as it ⠀filled her lungs ⠀. ⠀do it now ⠀, ⠀bianca ⠀. ⠀the tears that she tried to fight back ⠀now spilled down her hot cheeks ⠀. ⠀bianca get out a scream herself as she ⠀plunged the screwdriver into her ⠀father's neck ⠀. ⠀she felt her father's ⠀body writhe as the metal hit the ⠀spinal cord ⠀. ⠀even though bianca ⠀knew he was dead ⠀, ⠀pure anger ⠀took over ⠀. ⠀bianca managed to get ⠀twelve more stabs ⠀&& ⠀slices into ⠀her father before she let go of the ⠀weapon ⠀&& ⠀fell onto the bloody ⠀carpet ⠀. ⠀her short curls were ⠀sticking to her forehead as silent tears ⠀turned to sobs ⠀. ⠀she had no one ⠀.
⠀ii . HFK is born ⠀, ⠀'14 ⠀༄ ⠀so many ⠀things have happened tonight ⠀. ⠀not ⠀only did she witness the death of her ⠀own mother but bianca was now ⠀responsible for her father's death ⠀. ⠀now she found herself in an ⠀interrogation room for questioning ⠀. ⠀but a tear stained face hid more than ⠀just her wild emotions ⠀. ⠀that kill ⠀unleashed something within her ⠀. ⠀something she never thought could ⠀exist in a fourteen year old teenage ⠀girl ⠀. ⠀was it shock ⠀? ⠀suicidal ⠀tendencies ⠀? ⠀shame ⠀? ⠀no ⠀. ⠀it ⠀was ⠀... ⠀joy ⠀. ⠀as the bloody scene ⠀replayed in her head ⠀, ⠀bianca ⠀clenched her fists until the knuckles ⠀were white ⠀. ⠀clenched so hard that ⠀her uncut nails started digging into ⠀her sweaty palms ⠀. ⠀the sound of ⠀door clicking open didn't even knock ⠀her out of her own twisted mind ⠀. ⠀investigators showed sympathy as ⠀they placed a cold water bottle in ⠀front of her ⠀. ⠀take your time ⠀, ⠀they had told her ⠀. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀at last ⠀, ⠀bianca heaved a ⠀heavy sigh that broke the silence that ⠀drowned the room ⠀. ⠀it was entirely ⠀convincing ⠀. ⠀the blood - matted
⠀curls came loose when bianca rested ⠀her head amongst the table ⠀. ⠀the ⠀ones that dangled freely bounced at ⠀the back of her head as the light ⠀impact of her head hitting her folded ⠀arms occurred ⠀. ⠀investigators ⠀believed that they had a scarred child ⠀to deal with but little did they know ⠀that a wicked ⠀, ⠀sinister smile was ⠀hidden behind her mass of curls ⠀. ⠀no one knew what was to come ⠀. ⠀no one would believe that the happy ⠀face killer was born the night a ⠀young girl lost her family ⠀.
