Without Life there is no love, Without Love there is no life.
Cold Passion
I don't know why I did it. Something inside me just snapped.
They were dead. All of them. I killed them. The whole Village. They were gone. They shouldn't have done it; but they didn't deserve death.
I guess I'm a little ahead of myself. My name is Mika. I'm just a girl, only 16, but since I was young I have been forced to be much older. My mother became very sick when I was only eight. She died before I was ten. When she died something changed in my father. He became meaner, either ignoring me, or yelling. As I got older it just got worse. He started hitting me. When I turned 16, he snapped. This is where I will begin my story.
I was walking home from helping the village elder gathering herbs. When I got home, I found my father passed out. I shook my head and put a blanket on him. As I started walking away he grabbed my ankle, "Where have you been, you stupid whore," He asked, his face already turning red, though from the anger or from alchahol, I'm not sure.
"I was helping the elder, Father," I said quietly, backing away slowly, hoping I would be out of reach from him.
"I bet you were out whoring yourself to those stupid village boys, again."
"Father, you know I would do no such thing," I said raising my voice slightly.
"Don't you dare yell at me! You stupid little slut, I need to teach you your place once and for all."
I jumped back as he reached for me, automatically thinking that he was going to hit me again. He slowly stood to his feet, stumbling all the while. I tried to run out, but he caught hold of my wrist, and held me there. He threw me to the ground and slapped me a few times. I stayed quiet, knowing that noise makes it worse. Only tonight, my silence seemed to make it even worse. He started screaming that I would learn, and I tried to back away. He pulled me closer and started choking me, I started seeing little black dots and couldn't breathe. I tried to claw his hands off my throat, but he only tightened his hold. As I started to black out I felt true fear grip my heart. The last thing I remember is thinking that I don't want to die.
"Then we shall not die child."
As I came to, the first thing I noticed was the smell of copper. I saw my father before anything else. Well his head that is. It was lying on the floor infront of me. He still held a look of terror on his face. I felt a wave of chills cover my body. No, this can't be. How? I backed away from the head littering my floor. I turned and ran through the door, out into the streets, for help. As I looked around all I saw was blood. It was everywhere. Dead. Everyone was dead. Everything was silent. No birds chirping, no horses neighing, or dogs barking. It felt like everything was frozen. I fell to my knees, shaking. How did this happen? I put my head in my hands, but immediatly pulled back. They were soaked in blood. No. There's no way. I was unconcious. Why am I soaked in blood?
So? How was it? I know it's rough but it's my first story, Please tell me how it is. I need advice. If it's any good I'll keep going, If not tell me now so I'll stop. Thanks :] -EPJ