A girl named Death

"The trail continued down the stairs and into the kitchen where I saw my father holding my mothers mangled corpse. Only I couldn't tell that it was my mother, her face had been torn to pieces and her eyes gouged out. There was a giant hole above her left breast where her nightgown had been ripped and her heart forced out. The only distinguishable thing I was able to make out was her hair, her bright fire red hair that was the exact same color as mine."