User:Sylvirin

I awoke to the sound of sitrring in the room beside me. The walls were thin, so it was easy to hear the sudden russeling from my brother's bed. I stumbled from my bed, managing around my older brother's, Shea's bed. It was much bigger then mine considering he was fourteen and I was but seven. I finally made my way towards the door. I had to fumbled my small, tan hand along the wooden frame. My older brother and I were always blessed with tan skin and unique eyes. Something that made up look adopted to our plan-skinned and dull eyed family. I caught the door knob and turned it to slowly creek open the door just enough for my small body to make it through. I left the door lingering open and made my way to the room beside me. My sisters, both of my younger and only sisters and my younger were silent. Something that never seemed to happen. I'm sure one day I would have been grateful for it, yet, today, something wasn't right. I leaned in the open doorway. The sight I saw made me want to scream, yet, I fear nothing would have formed. My throat closed, my knees locked and my hear sank... B-Brother? I wanted to call that out. Just then. I wanted to scream my brother's name and beg him to tell me it was alright. My little brother's face. The one that once smiled so heroicly and confidently. Now stared at me with a horrified expression. His throat slashed open. I still saw the sweet blood drain from my brother's snow white body. I heard the sickening gurgle of sound that erupted from his throat as his lips formed 'help' just before they became still, as did that Crimson current of his exsistance. I watched the blood meet my sky-blue pajama bottoms. I felt that warm liquid slid along my feet becoming cold and lifeless, just as it's owner did only seconds ago. Who could describe that? That fear... that anger... that helplessness... I raised my unnatural eyes to see my two younger sisters- No, the remains of my two younger sisters. Theirs legs that were torn from their body and slid casually under the bed side by side. The arms that were positioned on the maroon-stained bed in the shape of prayer hands. Red, interlaced fingers. Then, their torsos. Bare as though their dresses had been taken from them. 'Regret' carved into their once baby-soft stomachs. Oh, but not with a knife or another sharp object. But with each other's nails. The beautiful and perfected nails that now have crushed and jagged ton skin along them as they held their position on the bed. They were beautiful, you know? They were to grow, to be married off happily. To find love, and jealousy. To find right and wrong. Instead, they are left in the hands of the two men that held the young girl's heads and torso's with brilliant smiles on their disgusting faces. I reached out for my sisters. Four year old twins. Torn to... not even shreds would describe this. The men who were pitch black figures except for the smiles and toxic black eyes caught sight of my arm. One, dropping my sister's torso, leaving a loud splash to accure when she hit the ground, grasping my arm and pulled me in. He forced me towards him, making me walk along my younger brother's motionless body... My vibrant eyes raised to him, in rage, hatred... Pure discust, a look I never even dreamed of having. All I heard was the sound of his bones shatter against the white wall. I liked that sound. It was even better then the scream he tried to muffle out. I wanted that sound to continue. Forever looming in my ears. Though, that cherishing moment vanished as the second man grasped onto me and threw my distracted and focused body to the ground, my head slamming into the floor boards to make my vision dizzy and everything around me unrecognizable. "McKale boy! So tough, so strong! Beat me off of yo, McKale boy! Let's go McKale boy!" The man yelled, grasping onto my golden locks, wretched my head back to ensure my neck was bare and exposed. "Will you last, McKale boy?! McKale boy!" He reached over, grasping onto my frail sister's body. Pulling her head back with a tilt of his hand to show her new, yet- razor like fangs.  "Beg for mercy, McKale boy! Let me hear you cry out!" And, well, I did. I felt my sister's teeth sink into the tip of my left shoulder blade's skin. I felt them press and chip across the bone as they dragged down along my smooth-skinned back to my right hip. I don't remember much after that. remember pain. And then hearing my name. Then a starting scream. I remember feeling myself being held close to my brother's warm chest. But nothing more.