My twin and I. As I remember, once we were happy and loved living in a house with a family and pets. My kitty, and his puppy. We were five when these unfortunate events happened.
We had woken up on December 24th to find mommy washing crimson red from her hands in the kitchen sink. A knife lay in the basin.
"Mommy what are you doing?" We asked. Her hair was tousled and her clothes were strangely ripped. As of then, we thought nothing of it at all.
"Oh nothing dears. Just a little spring cleaning is all." She answered, turning to us and smiling an innocent smile.
"Where's daddy?" My brother asked "Go check in the attic sweetie." when she spoke those simple words in her soft tone, I knew something was uneasy about the feel of the atmosphere.
The rooms were shady, the colour of the air was gray and full of madness. I looked
As we walked up the stairs we heard the door close. Turning back, mommy was gone. We kept going. At least we still had daddy, so we thought.
We opened the door to the attic ever so slowly. "Daddy?" we asked as one. The sight was uncanny. A lifeless body of our former father hung from the rafts of the attic. Blood strewn from wall to wall, ceiling to floor. On the left to us there was a sign, 'Merry Christmas'. Horrified, we collapsed. We were completely alone. We didn't know what to do, where to go. Who would take care of us? Why did mommy do this? I looked up once again as daddy had made a complete rotation and was staring back at me. I stumbled back at the sight, still clumsy and weak. I grabbed my brothers hand and ran back down the stairs and right out the door. We couldn't be in that house. Where would we go? We had no family to think of. We were completely alone in this mad world.
Now we were seven. Living at an abandoned house in the woods. Fending for ourselves and living off the land. We thought this would be like this forever. Again we were wrong. People in bulldozers pulled up to the pathetic house we were salvaging in. My brother was out getting food. I heard the opposite side of the house start to crunch. I quickly ran out of the house.
"What are you doing to out house!" I remember screaming at the workers.
"What the hell were you doing in this house!" one yelled back.
"Are you fucking mad?" Said another. A worker on the ground walked over to me after calling off the machines that were crushing the structure.
"Where are your parents?" He asked harshly.
"I-I don't know where mommy is." I managed to stammer out.
"What about your father?" He questioned with a softer tone this time. I put my hands around my neck and pulled upward. I remembered the sight of the mutilated corpse and collapsed once again. I heard my brother running towards the man and I.
"What's going on!" He said pushing the worker to get in front of me. My brother glared up at him with the worst expression I had ever seen on his face. "What did you do to here?" He hissed.
"I-I just asked where her parents were. Then she made some strange gesture when I asked where her dad was."
"You fucking moron! He's dead! Our dad is dead!" He screamed at the shocked man. This was the first time I had ever heard my brother curse.