"It's better to come with death"
Written by: NightInVioletArmor
"AAAAAA"
A deafening scream heard around the neighborhood.
Yet none of the neighbors bothered to check.
Got used to it.
The husband drunk and beat his children.
Making out with the corpse of his wife Infront of them
Disgusting.
Walls painted red. Floors uneven, soaking wet.
Hit. Slap. Spank. Smack. Again. Hit. Slap. Spank. Smack.
A loop of the torture everyday, every night.
The oldest used her body to protect the younger ones.
Sacrificing herself for her dear siblings.
Hit. Slap. Spank. Smack.
When this gonna end?
A loop of torture. Afraid.
Dared by no one to help these children.
Last time they did, the husband shot them dead.
Polices ignored the plea and cries.
Justice is nowhere to be found.
The husband raised his arm ready to launch the knife against the oldest neck.
Fear written in their eyes.
Cuddling tightly, cried louder
Oldest was ready.
Ready to dïe.
Just hope her siblings are be alright after this.
Tip top tip top
Awoke in white room.
Another torture? Or perhaps a rescue?
'Where am I?' thought by the oldest child.
Roaming her gaze, finding her siblings.
'Where are my siblings?! ' her first concern
A doctor entered the room.
Checked on her and told her the what happened.
That night, she was about to dïe
But her youngest sibling took all the courage.
Standing up and and throws a rock to his father.
Hits the eye.
Blacked his vision.
His other siblings continued,
Throwing all possible things to throw while their oldest passed out.
Till one of the siblings snatched the knife
From their father's grasp and stab it on their father's neck.
Leaving him breathless.
A relief when the eldest heard their father dead on arrival.
She asked the doctor about her siblings.
Told her their coordinates.
As it leave the eldest alone at the room
Walking through the hallways
Dull in her eyes,
Tired and stiffed body,
Flaked lips.
She found her siblings asleep at the next room.
Entered and locked the door.
Staring upon her dear siblings.
As she grabbed their pillow
And began suffocating them
'die! ' her thought was
Success...
Her siblings all died
She's a murderer.
Like her father.
But unlike her father, she had a reason.
Survived from the hell,
But never forget that the world and life is much scarier than hell.
It's better to come with death.
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Mindful Athenaeum
RandomJust me dumping some of my literature works language is either English or Tagalog Got bored so heckity heck let's just dump and collect some of my works
