* Gore Warning *
Willow, a young teenage girl who's witnessed the gory murder suicide of her parents, wonders the streets aimlessly. Walking into a diner, she witnesses a second murder that night committed by an appeared to powerful man. A man who...
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Willow stared blankly as she watched her father yank her mother by the hair onto the floor. Her mother's screams and grunts filled the room as the woman thrashed around, tear filled eyes looking up at the man she once knew as her one true love. His hands were now wrapped tightly around her neck, a grip aiming for her death.
The man consumed by the rage gripped onto the woman who he had also once loved, squeezing tighter. It was strange, the tighter he gripped, the more angrier he got. I mean, this was a woman who he'd at one point die for. And now he was her demise.
The woman gasped for air, clawing at the big hands wrapped around her thin neck, then moving to the mans face, her nails digging into what ever she could grab onto. After all, the woman could no longer see, as her eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of her sockets.
Yes, Willow watched, not daring to take even a single breath. It was funny, she was almost as breathless as her mother.
Her mother turned to look at Willow, ashamed of herself. The fear evident as a tear flowed down her red cheeks. Her face colorful, slowly turning blue as she was hanging onto her life by a thread.
And then.....Her mother stopped thrashing. Her mother stopped gasping. Her mother stopped grabbing.
She was dead.
The man still didn't let go of the woman's neck, sweat beads streaming down the side of his face. It was the sweat caused by taking another humans life.
Looking at his wife, he hadn't yet processed what he had just done.
He stared blankly at his wife's neck, the purple hand prints on her fragile body.
Willow watched as her fathers eyes appeared to be almost as lifeless as her mother's once wide bright orbs.
The man got up quietly, looking straight ahead as he walked past his daughter who's eyes was still set on her mother.
Willow still couldn't move from her spot. She was Frozen. Mute. Incompetent to surrounding since she had not yet processed what had happened.
Her father appeared back into the room. Dropping to the floor beside his wifes limp body. Tears streaming down his face, just as the sweat caused by murder had fell so easily down the side of his face.
The man repeated, like a broken record as he cradled his wife's limp body.
Looking up at his daughter he began to apologize again.
"I'm so sorry Willow! I couldn't stop myself! I-I-I killed her!"
Willow didn't move. She didn't speak. Had she even blinked at all through the whole incident? She didn't think so.
Without another word, the man held his wife's body tightly as he pulled out a gun, opening his mouth and placing it inside.
Before Willow could even process what was about to happen, her father pulled the trigger. His blood splattering onto the wall behind him, pieces of brain scattered about.
His body limply thumped against the floor.
Willow still hadn't moved, even when she felt the splatter of the blood touch her skin. All she could do was look. Look at her fathers now sunken in skull from being shot in the face...And her mother's choked out body who laid on the floor in an awkward position. The two dead.
She could see the insides of her fathers head. Something most preferred not to experience.
Finally blinking properly, Willow gained control of her body. And without another word, she walked out the front door.
