The first thing I saw was a red flash.. no, one of green. In truth I despised myself for seeing anything at all in that moment but I slowly regained consciousness despite my self loathings. Oliver was crouched over.. mama fast asleep. I can hear him now and he's screaming but I can't make out the words.
"Mama.. please please get up.. mama it's isn't night time silly, look sun!"
He's holding mom in his arms and she's bleeding a lot. Her eyes are open though it's okay.. they're different. They're not her normal warm green matched with an even warmer smile.
I'm back to that day now, the warm sun beating against us in the garden and my knees sore from the rocks buried in the dirt Father never complained about mama's garden and it was the one place we all could be free.. be happy.
"Look mama, look how happy the tulips be my they're smiling petal to petal!" grinned a green-eyed Ollie.
"Oh my they are just like the roses, right Alice?"
I never really liked roses.
"Really? They seem sad to me, why did you plant white ones mama your garden is so colorful?" I whined.
Ollie's eyes shifted to orange as he too pondered over what I had asked. Mama's reply was simple.
"White has always seemed pure to me" she said.
Red was the color for desire. I knew this because of Oliver's eyes when he was hungry
"Pure huh?" a mocking tone rang. "Bullshit." father laughed.
Out of the corner of my eye i noticed us all flinched. Father did next only his hand went right to mama's cheek..
It was such a beautiful day.. the last things I remembered after that was mama, and the now crimson roses as we rushed to her side.
Now barely awake I sat up and crawled my way towards Ollie and mama. There she was looking as lifeless as that day in Ollie's arms.
"Mama?" I slinked over to Oliver's side. His eyes were gray. This gray was different, so deep it was almost black.
"Alice, she's gone.. she's taken a stroll.. a walk.. a jog.. a.. a-"
"Oliver.." I mumbled hardly seeing him as I gently leaned on him and sobbed.
We stayed that way for what seemed like hours until father woke from his sleep as I had. He was bleeding much more than mama. Ollie's eyes changed again to red as he slowly turned. Like the gray this red was deeper than usual. It was at that moment I noticed the hand that wasn't holding mama was a pale white fist gripping a knife.
"You crazy little bastard.. you.. you tried to fucking kill me!" father gasped. I noticed the blood spurt from his mouth as he spat at us.
A swirl of red and green overtook my elder brother as he gently laid my mother down and looked to me to hold her. Menacing was too gentle a word to describe the look on my beloved Ollie's face as he rose to face father.
He rose to his feet, swayed a little and then giggled as he recited, "Here comes a candle to light you to bed.." He tapped the side of his head with the knife which i noticed was already crimson.
"Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.." he chanted, mimicking a slice across his throat.
I slid my fingers down mama's face, closing her eyes. She wouldn't want to see this. I wondered if she saw pure white or pitch black wherever she was. I shut my eyes as well and laid by her side cuddling her as father gurgled out and Ollie laughed. The floor was warm compared to my mama beside me. How did this happen? Father has never gone this far.. I want my mama back.
I woke up beside mama, even colder than last night but still beautiful never the less. Where's Ollie I wonder though.
"Ollie?!" I shouted. "Oliver?!"
I scanned the room and after no sign of him I looked in our room. Me, Oliver and little John all shared a room since our cottage was so small. Our room was decorated with little sculptures of people that Oliver loved to make and a few messy looking ones of my own. I searched the beds. No Ollie, but no John either. What's going on? Why is everyone gone? Please. I don't get it..