First I would I like to apologize for those of you who enjoyed my first story and I deleted it. The plot was a mess and I could not come up with the next chapter. However I will rewrite the story with some new characters, guest appearances, plot twists, and more! I thank you for your time and please review this new edition of Bara no Hime.
Blood, everything was drenched in blood. The smell of iron clung to the air as if it had nowhere else to go. The stench filled her nostrils to the brim and she vomited inside her mouth. Slowly, opening her closet doors, Akina stumbled out of her hiding spot. She dragged towards the waste basket. Akina opened her mouth and began to purge.
She tried to wake herself up from the nightmare but she was awake. This was no dream, it was reality.
Akina's trembling hand went for the doorknob. She pulled the door open before her. The stench of cold blood grew heavier as she stepped out of the safety of her bedroom.
(Warning: there is some content that's no appropriate for small children.) There they were. The corpses of her family, scattered about like road kill. Blood was spilled everywhere. On the couch, the carpet, the walls, and all for what? Akina could still not understand why her family died such a gory demise.
Akina walked over to the body of her dead sister, a girl of no more than twelve years of age. Her bright blue eyes no longer sparkled as the stars were in her eyes. The stars were dead, a grey film draped over the eyes. Akina's tears dripped down onto the pale face. Akina passed her hands over Yuuki's, her sister, eyes to close them. She looked around at her baby brother who had the mercy to be simply strangled instead of stabbed to death like the others.
Next came her mother, laying on the couch, her blood dripping from one arm down to the carpet. Finally, Akina's eye laid on her step-father, also drenched in blood. Akina was the lone survivor. She would be the only one to live to tell the tale. That is if she didn't kill herself before her time.
In her mind, the moments of the last hour filled her. She was in the room when her step-father's neck was slashed as she just stood there dumb founded. The spray stained her own shirt but she didn't care. The first chance she got, Akina raced to her room and locked the door and hid in the closet. She had listened to the sounds of her family's last moments, their deaths by the hands of monsters. The odor of blood was heaviest in that room. Not all the perfumes of Arabia would wipe away the stench.
Suddenly there came a loud bang from the door, police officers forced their way in. One look in Akina's eyes told them that they were too late. On that day, Akina had lost almost every bit of her sanity and her hope. She never dreamed that all of this would happen and on her fifteenth birthday no less. Little did she know, this was only the beginning.