I hear my mother and father arguing downstairs. Screaming and shouting and throwing things. When are they going to stop?
I curl up in a ball, under my covers. Tears stream down my face but I don't dare make a sound. I cover my ears because they hurt. Why won't they be quiet, for once?
Why? Why did they marry each other? They knew this would happen. I'm only five and I know that they, I am wrong. I shouldn't exist.
I'm so scared. What if they hear me? What if they kill me?
Hush! Mel thinks to me. They could never, you're their child!
No! You don't know them! They're scary and cruel! Suddenly the sounds stop. I'm scared. They've never stopped so suddenly.
I stay still for a while to see if they'll start up again. They don't. I slowly quietly get up off the bed. Mel are you there?
Yes, I'm here.
Stay with me, please.
Always. (A/N: That Hunger Games reference though.)
I start the slow, quiet, creaky dessent downstairs. I check the kitchen. Empty. I check the dining room.
Glasses are smashed, along with plates and bowls. The dining room table is snapped in half. 2 chairs are flipped and 2 chairs are smashed. No one is there.
I walk into the living room. Everything is destroyed, obliterated, gone, except for the 2 dead bodies on the floor.
My mother lies on the floor. Her body is twisted at weird angles. A pool of blood surrounds her. Protruding out of her stomach is the dining room chair leg.
My father's body is across from hers. It leans against the wall. As for his head, it's on the floor, to the right of him, split in 2.
I start to scream.
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Deadly Magic
FantasyElla is a Faerie and the boy she's always loved is her perfect match. But when multiple challenges get in the way of being together will they make it through. It's up to Ella whether they make it or not. But will she choose the right choices or will...
