Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

couldn’t even stand straight and actually fell on my knees in front of their
graves. The wet soil was staining my skin, but I didn't care.
I was free.
I was free of those monsters, free of their punishments, free of their
violence.
I did it. I protected my sister and I avenged my family. Monsters didn't
scare me anymore, because I found out even they weren’t immortal, they bled
just like you and me, and the sounds they made as they died slowly and
painfully was music to my ears.
I remembered that night. Walking into their room, waking them up.
I remembered the look of fright on Jack Raymond's face as he saw the gun
in my hand, pointed right at him.
He shouldn't have worried, though. I wasn't about to waste a bullet on
him. I'd much rather gut him from the inside out.
"You whore." He'd spat when I had him on his knees in the living room,
my knife shining in the moonlight.
His glare was as dark as his soul.
"I'm no whore." I whispered, close enough to his face that my breath
was probably the last warm thing he'd felt before dying. "But I'm about to
make you my bitch."
Coming back to the present, I saw his name stare back at me on the
tombstone and smirked.
“They wanted me to pray for you,” I said suddenly as unshed angry tears
replaced my laughter, “well, here’s what I got to say. Fuck you two. Fuck
you two to hell and back for what you did to us. I hope you never get
salvation, I hope you’re rotting in the pits of hell as I’m speaking right now.”