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So without further ado… MY FIC!
Shades of Grey
"A life without love… is like… a world without colour." It was her mother's favourite simile. "Yeah… without love, everything is just shades of grey." She smiled down at her daughter, pale grey eyes wide. At least the 4-year old girl said it was her mother's favourite. She never got to ask her if it was or not.
It was a blissful summer's night. The 4 year old girl was lying on the grass outside their modest home, looking at the bright stars with her straight, graphite-coloured hair splayed around her. Her parents were inside, when the girl heard her mother scream. Concerned, she raced inside the house to where she saw her mother sobbing over the limp form of her husband in the middle of the room. A pool of blood was slowly soaking into the soft carpet. The young girl just watched, transfixed, at the doorway. Her mother had her back to the hallways, not seeing her child.
"Why! How could you take my love away like this?" Tears streaming down her kind face and shouting these questions of to the ceiling, the middle-aged woman distractedly looked around the living room for something. Finding it, the girl saw her mother ram the object into her chest repeatedly. After a few moments, her mother quieted to a whimper, then fell onto her side, warm blood seeping from several deep wounds and the tears finally stopping.
Not comprehending, the young girl took a few tentative steps forward.
"Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing on the ground like that?" she inquired, her undeveloped mind still being absent of extreme emotions like grief. By this change of angle, the child could see what her mother had grabbed. It was a dagger, concealed under her father's clothes. Still not understanding the situation, the little girl walked from the room, slightly mystified. She kept going until she reached her neighbour's house. When the door was answered, she calmly told the young lady what had taken place.
"They're just lying on the floor, fast asleep. They won't answer me; maybe you can wake them up." At this, her neighbour froze, an expression of fear creeping across her face. She dashed from the doorway and ran into the living room of the young girl. Upon seeing the bodies, she screamed, horrified, and ran back to her own home, shouting to her husband to call a medic. Soon, a medical ninja appeared beside the young girl, who had wandered back to stand beside her parents, looking slightly bemused.
"Miss. Medic, can you do anything? They won't wake up…" The medic flashed her a quick, sympathetic smile.
"I'm going to take them to the hospital. You should stay with your neighbours for now," the adult in a white robe told her. The child nodded and walked back to the house next door, where the young wife was crying in her husband's arms, an expression of sorrow upon his face. He saw the grey-haired child and nudged his wife. She looked up and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. She then offered a cookie to the girl with a watery smile. The young child accepted it, her face expressionless as she mused over what she had seen.
After some time had passed, the same medical ninja appeared in their kitchen with a little puff of smoke, and told them the news.
"The man was taken out by throwing needles. These must have been thrown through the windows behind him if he was sitting in the armchair. Judging from the position he was in when found, this seems to be correct," the medic explained to the young couple in a low voice. The girl had to strain a little to hear, but she did catch what was being said. "The woman's case was suicide. That was evident enough. She stabbed herself 6 times in the chest with a dagger." When the medic left, the child quietly asked the young lady,
"Where are Mommy and Daddy now? Are they coming back home?" Even though she had heard the medical ninja's words, she did not fully understand their implications, like any 4-year old would. The woman took in a shaky breath, exchanging looks with her husband.
"They've just gone away for a while. You can stay with us until they come back." The couple were kind people, and had been friends with the young girl's family since they had moved in. The girl agreed to live with them. After all, she was still too young to run a home by herself.