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At first, all you could see was a bright, colorless light. But when it died down, all you could see was red.
You tensed. All that red made you uncomfortable.
The walls were splattered with it. The floor was flooded in it. And all you could do was stare at the scene in front of you.
You slowly relaxed, sure you were alone when it hit you.
The stench of liquor was in the air and you felt like you were drenched in it, up to your neck.
You soon heard footsteps, causing you to be rigid once more. You nervously turned around and your eyes widened at the sight directly before you.
Your mother lay in the pool of crimson, the terrifying liquid pouring from a deep impairment in her side.
"Momma…" you whimper, fear and shock filling your voice.
You can feel a small stream of warm, sticky fluid run down your face and you reach towards your cheek, expecting to see blood, as vibrant as the now ruby walls.
But as you pull your hand back into view, you see tears.
'But,' you think, 'where's Papa?'
You swiftly search the room for your father, when your mind was finally able to comprehend the scene playing before you.
Your father was fighting off the men you assumed had brutally murdered your mother, seeing as they were covered in blood.
'No. Stop. Give her back to me.' You silently pleaded.
'I miss her so much. I want her back. Please.'
You wanted to release the rage that had filled your body on your attacker, but what could a six year old, defenseless little girl do? Nothing.
'No, stop. You'll hurt him.'
You felt a new flow of tears as the man fighting your father slowly gained the upper hand.
"Stop!" You shouted.
You snapped out of your paralyzed state and ran towards your father.
"Get back!" He yelled at you.
You stopped dead in your tracks. He had never yelled at you.
"You need to run, (name)! Get away from here! Go to Mr.(friend's last name)'s house and stay there!"
"No! I can't leave you! Momma's gone! Who else will I have?! Who else…" The last part of your noble speech came out just above a whisper.
"I'll be there as soon as I can, NOW GO!" You hear the care in his voice and understand that you are his top priority.
You quickly rushed out the door and were about to close it when you remembered to tell him you love him, because you didn't know when you'd see him again.
But as you spun to face him once more, you couldn't help but let out a half-tortured, half-anguished scream.
Because the vision you perceived was one which you hoped you would never have to.
You watched, in utter fury, as the man opposing your father landed a blow with the axe he was fighting with.
You witnessed as your father sent a meaningful look to you as the horrid man swung the axe and killed your father in one fellow swish, which was aimed for the jugular vein, as the weapon found its mark.
Man, did you have a disturbing childhood.
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