Woofie
06-08-2006, 11:53 AM
I was twelve when I killed my daddy. Just a little.
Twist.
To make him red. To make him hurt. I killed Mommy too; she watched as he shattered my face and didn't even try to help. When I rammed the knife into them, my fear died.
I can see Daddy's hard blue eyes as he stared through the crack in the cupboard, catching my scared face in that small stream of light. He dragged me out and broke my nose, made my jaw into splinter of bone. He always found my secret places, my sanctuaries. He was an omnipotent and terrible god who broke all sacred seals.
"Red," he sneered as the blood poured from my nose, as he pinned my arms to the wall and wouldn't let me wipe it from my face. "You stupid baby," he would say as I began to cry. "Red suits you. You deserve to be red."
As I lay whimpering, broken, I grabbed the steel knife from the cupboard. The noise was powerful as I drew it up in front of my face and it caught my reflection. My face was shattered, twisted. My eyes were red from the broken blood vessels.
Just a little.
Twist.
I caught him in the belly, rammed the knife hard and fast and didn't even make a sound. Mommy too. It was quiet as I dropped the knife onto the ground, and ran.
Make them red.
The sanctuaries of shadow are mine now that I have murdered Daddy, that terrible god. Shattered, broken, but safe. I am a vessal, and Shillen is the rain.
Call me Red.
Twist.
To make him red. To make him hurt. I killed Mommy too; she watched as he shattered my face and didn't even try to help. When I rammed the knife into them, my fear died.
I can see Daddy's hard blue eyes as he stared through the crack in the cupboard, catching my scared face in that small stream of light. He dragged me out and broke my nose, made my jaw into splinter of bone. He always found my secret places, my sanctuaries. He was an omnipotent and terrible god who broke all sacred seals.
"Red," he sneered as the blood poured from my nose, as he pinned my arms to the wall and wouldn't let me wipe it from my face. "You stupid baby," he would say as I began to cry. "Red suits you. You deserve to be red."
As I lay whimpering, broken, I grabbed the steel knife from the cupboard. The noise was powerful as I drew it up in front of my face and it caught my reflection. My face was shattered, twisted. My eyes were red from the broken blood vessels.
Just a little.
Twist.
I caught him in the belly, rammed the knife hard and fast and didn't even make a sound. Mommy too. It was quiet as I dropped the knife onto the ground, and ran.
Make them red.
The sanctuaries of shadow are mine now that I have murdered Daddy, that terrible god. Shattered, broken, but safe. I am a vessal, and Shillen is the rain.
Call me Red.