A teenager with vibrant pink hair sat by herself on a bench; her arms crossed and her eyes blank. Piercings littered her face, from her eyebrows, ears, and even on her bottom lip. It would be no surprise to find one on her tongue. Her pale fingers flickered over her cheek, showing the dark and messy nail polish that covered them.
When people passed, they tended to look at her with scrutinizing gazes, judging her appearance. Once in a while, the occasional old women would pass by to shake her head in disappointment. Her only response was to close her eyes and cross her legs.
These people knew nothing.
With a huff, she stood up and walked away from the bench. Her steps as silent as a ghost's voice, as if she were walking on air. The pink haired teen exhaled and looked on at the endless crowd, avoiding all eye contact.
Her walk continued until she stopped by a shady apartment building right in the middle of the dirtiest place in town. Climbing up the stairs, she opened a room using a key, and entered. The apartment was dark and desolate. The curtains were closed to avoid light's entrance, and although the room was clean, there was a sort of darkness that would disturb a normal person once they've entered.
"I'm home." muttered the girl as she rested herself on the sofa.
She was given no reply, even though she could not deny the sounds that came from the kitchen. It was no doubt her mother. Her face still blank, she walked into the kitchen, which was not that far considering the size of the apartment.
There she was, cleaning up the counters just as usual. Her mother's skin resembled her own, but it was an unhealthy shade of grey. Her bones lacked flesh upon them, and her lips were chapped and pale.
Things have never been the same after her father had left, not that she cared. Her mother had been beaten daily when that git was around, and his absence, even though they lacked the financial stability, was welcome. Things have changed. She had expected her mother to be emotionally unstable; crying every now and then, but...
She's just been emotionless. Not that she was any better herself.
With a sigh, she sat on one of the dining chairs, resting her chin on her palm as she watched her mother. When her mother turned around, both of them met each other's gaze.
Her mother's hands shook and her eyes were unfocused. "W-Who are you, again?" said her voice shaking with exhaustion.
An ache within her throbbed, an emotion that her body must be accustomed to. It's been a while since she's felt anything, but perhaps this was a remnant of who she once was.
"I'm your daughter... Alexandra." drawled the teen.
Blinking, the older woman whispered. "Alexandra... right." with that, her mother proceeded to lie down on the floor, curling up into a fetal position.
It was a cold day as it was nearing winter, even outside the leaves were brown with the autumn season. It wouldn't do to leave her mother here, she was just a human after all. Humans were fragile.
Without a word, Alexandra knelt in front of the woman to sling an arm around her, only to get a snarl from the other's lips.
"Don't touch me, you filthy child."
If that was what she wanted. Alexandra left her mother in the kitchen, no longer concerned. It was hard enough to be good, but to be insulted for acting so? It was a waste of her time.
It was nearing night time. A nap before dinner would perhaps do her some good.
A bang coming from another room woke Alexandra. In one swift movement, she had herself rushing outside of her room to where she thought the sound came from, and saw her mother restrained on the floor and using all of her strength to prevent a cheap pocket knife from penetrating her throat.
Someone had broken into the apartment.
Alexandra could just watch as the assailant cut open her mother’s throat, allowing the blood's escape. She could watch her miserable mother die in peace and finally leave this world. Or, she could just walk away, taking this as an opportunity to be free from this horrid place. Those two options sounded greatly appealing.
But apparently, her body did not agree with her.
Her body, instead of retreating and allowing another dark soul to enter Hell, had instead thrown itself onto the burglar, knocking the man onto the floor along with her.
"Get off!" yelled Alexandra, as she wrestled with the man. Her body was that of a girl's, one that had little exercise. Her gaze flickered to where her mother was, lying on the floor motionless. An emotion... fear, entered her as she saw the amount of bruises starting to form on her pale skin.
"Don't- don't move." grumbled the man, "I'll make this quick." at the sight of the same weapon that almost, or killed, her mother, Alexandra couldn't help but scream in panic. Which was a degrading act for someone like her to do.
Alexandra tried to fight. She tried kicking, she tried to pull her arms free, and she tried screaming as loud as she could to alert the neighbors, but nothing worked. Soon, the blade was only a few inches away from her neck, and she couldn't do anything but shut her eyes, awaiting for a death that was sure to come.
Except, it never came.
After a few seconds, Alexandra opened her eyes with shaky breaths. Her body shaking with fear.
The sight that greeted her eyes did not do well for stomach,
Her mother was shouting obscenities, a sound that she wasn't able to hear due to all the ringing in her ears, as she repeatedly impaled the other with the same knife she had just used to cut vegetables with in the morning.
"M-mother!?" Alexandra stood up in a panic, approaching her mother slowly, "M-mother stop." but her voice was not heard, "Stop it!" she just kept on hurting him, "STOP IT! Mother, please!" before she knew it, tears were falling from her eyes and sobs poured from mouth as she continuously begged for her mother to stop.
Scarlet was splattered all over the floor, a man's dead body lied limp on the pale tiles, and her mother's apron was stained with red.
Her mother sat hunched over the person she had just murdered, panting as the knife slipped away from her grasp, falling onto the floor with a 'clank'. Slowly, she turned to look at her daughter.
"Alexandra... did you enjoy the show?" that- that wasn't... that wasn't her mother's voice.
Alexandra froze in horror when she looked into her mother's eyes; they were blood red. There was nothing but red. She wasn't able to breath. Her heart was beating so fast within her chest that she could hear the blood pumping in her ears.
"M-mother..." she choked out a whisper, as she stared at her mother- no, a monster.
Her mother's mouth curled into an immoral grin, her teeth glinting in the darkness and her eyes practically glowing widely. A string of giggles formed using her mother's voice, and soon their turned into outright cackles.
Alexandra had just blinked, just one blink! Then those red eyes were immediately in front of her.
Next thing she knew: She blacked out.
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