A/N: My very first FanFiction! Thank You to all who decide to read this =)
Shades of black and grey, starvation, beatings, and cold are what I live now. The only good thing I have is my brother. We are stuck in this small, damp, dark, cell. We have one small window and we can't even dream to see through it due to how far up it is. We are barley fed and sleep on dirty piles of straw. I don't know how much time has passed since we were placed in this horrid asylum, but the seconds drag into hours and the hours into months. The black and grey are very different from the red that got us here. The more red there was the less our mother lived. Up until the point there was so much red covering the floor, my brother, and I that her heart stopped all together. She hated us and we could never figure out why. She was mean and horrid. She yelled, and hit, and never cared. We no longer could live like that, so we decided to make her stop.
Flashback
"You stupid children, are you even capable of doing something right!" thwack. She hit me right across the face, not for the first time but definitely her last.
"Yes, we can!" my brother shouted back at our tyrannical mother, "And we will!" he took out the letter opener he had stolen off out father's desk and hidden in his back trouser pocket.
"And what exactly do you plan on doing with that you stupid twit!" I shut my eyes tight expecting another loud thwack, but it never came. I opened my eyes to see my mother clutching at the letter opener that was now crudely lodged in her stomach, no longer in my twin brother's hand. She pulled it out and dropped it with a loud clang to the floor. Blood gushed out of the space where the opener had been only seconds before.
"You rotten demons… you've gone and tried to kill me! You'll get it you will!" she tried stumbling forward toward us, but only fell to the ground. Blood started pooling around her as she croaked out, "Just wait and see this won't kill me! Just wait, you'll see! Then you will both get it!"
I couldn't let that happen, if she doesn't die it will be even worse than it was. I reached for the discarded letter opener, lifted it up, and rammed it into the back of her neck. Blood spurted out over my brother and I, and it spread everywhere. The puddle around our mother grew and grew until red was all I could see. I looked over toward my brother and he was smiling. It took me a minute to realize that so was I. I was happy, we both were. She was gone, and we had proved her wrong. We no longer had to deal with her and we were happy.
Now we are here in this dank place to rot for however long they decide. At least it is just my brother and I in the cell, they won't have us near other people because of they say we are dangerous. We don't bother to tell them otherwise because of the stories we here of the cells packed full of screaming, drooling, crazies. We are also probably the only children. I haven't seen any others let alone 8 year olds like us.
"Bethany, are you asleep?" my brother whispered to me from his make-shift bed.
"No, I can't it's too cold, and they are screaming again." Sometimes in the middle of the night the lunatics would scream and cry out. It could be so loud and terrifying. I could hear my brother crawling over to me slowly as to not be heard by the guards. He crawled next to me and hugged me.
"Shush, it'll be ok we can keep each other warm, try and shut out the noise, they will stop eventually." I shut my eyes tight as another round of shrilled sound rang through my ears.
"They are so loud Benjamin, so very loud."
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