Life was good. She had everything she’d ever wanted. Why had this happened. Why had a greater force cast its shadow upon her.

From below the door, blood leaked in from the hallway.

This shouldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t, she tried convincing herself. This was all a nightmare and she’d awaken any moment. She had to. They couldn’t be dead.

Tears flowed and drenched her cheeks and she clenched her mouth close with both hands forcing every cry or whimper back into the void. Following her father’s final command. Stay hidden, stay alive. Fear consumed her, completely paralysing her body except for the uncontrollable tremble that she begged wouldn’t revealed her.

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She couldn’t help but watch as the blood flowed into the storage cupboard she was curled up in. Staining every crevice of the wooden floor. She hid in the rooms darkest corner begging that the two walls would embrace her and hide her away. Inch by inch the blood spread out from beneath the door. Her father’s blood intertwined the crimson life force of the woman he loved.

Then it came. Whistling. Very familiar whistling.

‘Why is this happening?’.

It’d had all started earlier that week. The first cracks in her the life she loved crumbling away.