Throw me to the wolves,
To Claw my heart out,
And Hit me with their best shot,
To Shoot me in the stomach,
And Punch my face with all their might,
I will return for Vengeance,
As the leader of that very wolf pack.
“Mommy? Daddy?” My little hands opened the door to their room.
“Scarlet!” I screeched in surprise, as I heard my mother shout my name in pain.
I quickly ran inside the room trying to search for her. My heart unknowingly thumped loudly and tears began to roll down from my cheeks.
Something fell in the kitchen as I searched for my mom or my dad. I ran there, almost tripping over the cushions that were scattered on the ground.
What I saw in the kitchen stopped my heart. It literally felt like my heart broke into a million pieces and now I wanted to puke them out.
What I saw in the kitchen wasn’t what I had expected to see right after a tiresome day in school.
My Father lay dead on the bar stool with blood pooling around his head. My mother was lying on the floor beside him, her eyes becoming lifeless after seeing me as her blonde hair, reddened with blood. Her blood. My father’s blood.
The six year old me could only faint in response what lay in front of her.