~~~~Recap~~~~
-Author's POV-
Oh, Highblood, if only you knew of the horrible things you were really suppose to protect (NAME) from. But, you never thought of waking her, for after a few more hours you will pass out. And no one will be there to pap her and let the calming gesture calm her even in the nightmare. Oh, if only you could know and wake her, be the one she sees and lets hold her as she cries over the horrid past and tell you about. I'm sorry loves, but not this time.
~~~~ Recap End ~~~~
-In you 'dream/memory'-
You stared over the bruised and beaten body of your youngest sister, she had just turned three the day before. Her left arm was tossed to the far side of her pink bedroom, the right in your hand still warm and dripping with her blood. The lifeless stare of her eyes bore into you and you took her own hand then gouged out her own eyes to get rid of the look.
There was a scream behind you, your head whipped around to see one of your other siblings; your younger brother.
"Big sissy, what did you do to Anna?" he asked shaking badly, the crotch of his PJ pants wetting as he looked to his sisters armless corps then to your blood covered hands.
"Oh, me and Ann were just playing a game, but she cheated and had to be punished," You said cheerily, a Cheshire grin growing and making you squint your eyes at your brother, "Would you like to play too?"
He shook his head taking a step back, eyes widening more as he saw you take a step towards him. He opened his mouth, but shut it quickly when you put a finger to your smiling lips and hushed him.
"Mom, Dad, and Big Bro are asleep, Danny, stay quiet," you giggled.
"(NAME)..." he whispered before you lunged at him clamping your hand over his mouth shushing him again. "Hey, D, you know how Mom always said, 'Don't play with knives,' well I like playing with them, wanna see how I play?" you asked to which he shook his head.
You frowned and grabbed his shaggy hair pulling him along to the kitchen, him yelping and whining the whole way there with tears running from his eyes. Once in the room you snagged a smaller knife and held it, point first, to your brother's eye.
"Preeeeetttyyyy sharp, huh?" you asked with a laugh in your tone, then plunged in deep in his eye. He let out a deafening screech and you pulled in out, the red life liquid running down his face and the blade.
"Why Big Sissy?!" he yelled through his sobs looking up at you with his only good eye. You let out a 'Tsk' and leaned by his ear, "Well, lil' bro, I'm bored, simple as that." You blinded his other eye with the same method and let him go watching as he tried to run with no sight; laughing wickedly at his attempts to get out and find your parents.
Soon though this bored you as well, so you ended him. Cutting open his stomach, you slowly gutted your brother telling him all about every organ you pulled out and once he finally bled to death, you had started the skinning process.
Looking up you saw you older brother in the doorway with a horrified, sick look. "Awweee, is Big bad brother gonna be sick?" You teased the eldest, whom would normally pick on you.
"What the hell is that?" he asked pointing what could barely be recognized as your younger sibling.
"Oh, is that really a way to refer to lil'ol Danny?" You asked, a fake pout coming to your lips then quickly being replaced by your girn at his terrified look.
"No, there's no way that's Danny," he stated.
"Really?" you asked looking at the bloody, mangled corps then shrugged, "Little brother's game was becoming boring anyway, oh, can I play with Big Brother?!" you asked happily and he flinched at your cheerful voice.
"Your not my fucking sister, I don't know who or what you are, but I'm not related to it," he sneered and you took the place of the hurt victim.
"Oh, Richard, that stung, how could you say that?" you asked walking around to him and he walking backward, "Of course we're related, I just found what true fun is first."
Richard's back hit the wall and panic started to fill his eyes; you hugged your brother and he stiffened further. You ran the bloody knife down his side, wiping the blood on your chin off on the shoulder of his shirt.
"Hey, Rick, when you die tell Dan and Ann that I love them more than they know, Mom and Dad too," you whispered into his ear.
You sent the knife deep into the side of his rib-cage, missing the bones and nipping the bottom of his lung. You pulled it out and he let out a pained groan, grabbing his side, covering the wound as the crimson leaked between his fingers.
"No, no, no that's against the rules!" you claimed angrily and ripped his hand away then breaking all the fingers quickly by pushing them all too far back.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" he yelped out and jerked his injured hand away, running down the hall adjacent to the two of you. You simply giggled and followed after your elder brother, happy to play this game with another older person. Once Richard entered his room- seeing as it was the closest to the end of the hall as he could get- he locked the door and stepped away from it. He let out a quite sigh when no sound came from the other side, but soon he grew worried at the lacking of noise. Just what were you doing...
You stood against the wall that the door would open to, so if (by which you mean when) your brother opened the door he wouldn't see you as soon as he could see out of it. Richard grew more anxious as his wound bled more, he knew he needed to get to the hospital ASAP. He looked over his room, the window in this room was stuck closed and he'd never get it open with one hand, he had to keep pressure on his cut or he'd effectively bleed out within minutes.
Richard started to ease the door open and you had to bite your lip to keep your excitement held in. His head poked out of the room and looked down the hall, he started easing his way out of the room the rest of the way and started making his way down the hall. You quietly moved up behind your brother, not wanting to waist anymore time you hooked your arm around his neck. This caused him to scream like a little girl, even worse than you younger sister had tried to.
-End of 'dream/memory'-
-Your POV-
You woke up with a scream and the Highblood jumped up at the sudden noise with a yelp of 'What?!' and a shocked look when he saw it was only you that made the loud noise.
"Hey, you all up and motherfuckin' okay?" He asked sitting up and looking over your trembling form. He leaned closer and saw the salty streams on your cheeks. Taking you in his arms he listened quietly as you sobbed and told the old memory you tried to keep hidden. Eventually you calmed and the (surprisingly) gentle giant kept stroking your hair and holding you. His loose arms were very comforting, then again, after that dream, anything would be comforting.
"Are you all up and okay now?" he asked just above a whisper, almost like if he were to speak louder you'd break.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you said looking down and started to pull away, but the Highblood pulled you back into his cool chest and laid down with you. The two of you drifted back off slowly you not having another nightmare as you lay in his arms.
