Beauty and Ben ( Short Story )

Beauty was her name. That uneventful day left Beauty tired and lacking sense. Her body, mind, and soul was quite tired from school and its long weary days. She didn't even have a chance to truly understand the situation that lay in front of her eyes. Blood lay on the once bright baby blue walls. The blood was thick on it's surface, slowly sliding down the walls. Directly down the slim dark hall lead to the kitchen were even a more gruesome sight lay. Her parents with slit necks and gutted bellies lay dripping on top of two pale 5 gallon buckets. Various organs lay around the kitchen and just by the sight she could tell which belonged to whom.Her mom's petite heart was small compared to her father's beefy ones.