Tears rolled down their cheeks as they watched their parents beg for their life or sit still, awaiting their inevitable fates. Her small pale hand rose up to clutch her chest where pain had arisen. She felt as if her little heart was cracking, preparing itself to break as she watched the soldier raise his revolver and point at her mothers' head.
Victoria felt herself let out a scream, but no sound fell upon her ears. The bullet pierced the woman's forehead, leaving a red mist in the air for a few seconds before it dissipated to the floor. She stared with her glassy eyes still begging for mercy as her slightly aged face looked toward her children. The two of them could tell she was gone. Victoria stared in shock as her mothers lifeblood ran out onto the floor, proving their mortality.
Her ears were filled with the ringing from the sound of the gunshot. It made it hard to hear her own father screaming and struggling against the Soldiers of the Order. She squeezed her small hands around her brothers' arm, forcing her head away from the Captain who raised his gun to her father. She didn't want to see the same thing happen again. Her moss-green eyes hid in her brothers' shoulder as she heard the second gunshot attacking her ears. She let out a scream as she turned her head to meet the sights of her parents laying still and cold on the black floor.
Through all the tears and sobbing she made it to her father's lifeless body. A single hole in the head proved that she wouldn't have the ability to talk to him again.
"Daddy?" She called for him through her crying voice.
"Daddy, please wake up. You have to take Tavish and I to school on Monday! Daddy please! Wake up! Daddy!" She shouted into his face, hoping for his eyes to open and kiss her on the cheek. She wanted him to wake up and tell her it was all right that it was just a dream. She wanted to wake up. She needed to wake up.
"Wake up."
"No!"
"Wake up!"
"I can't!"
"Wake up!" her mind shouted as the light of the sun burned her eyes. They were already wet and raw from tears. Have I been crying? She asked herself. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light coming in through the window. Judging by where the light was coming from, she figured it was about noon. Victoria made a move to sit up, but the pain in her shoulder prevented that. She looked around the room from the white bed she layed in. The room looked worn from age. The yellowed paint on the walls looked like it had begun to peel off and the wooden floor was covered in deep gashes and scratches. She heard the low hum of some medical machines sitting on the table next to her but didn't care much for them. She pressed her good hand against her forehead and sighed.
"Hey, why the long face, sleepyhead?"
Victoria felt herself let out a scream, but no sound fell upon her ears. The bullet pierced the woman's forehead, leaving a red mist in the air for a few seconds before it dissipated to the floor. She stared with her glassy eyes still begging for mercy as her slightly aged face looked toward her children. The two of them could tell she was gone. Victoria stared in shock as her mothers lifeblood ran out onto the floor, proving their mortality.
Her ears were filled with the ringing from the sound of the gunshot. It made it hard to hear her own father screaming and struggling against the Soldiers of the Order. She squeezed her small hands around her brothers' arm, forcing her head away from the Captain who raised his gun to her father. She didn't want to see the same thing happen again. Her moss-green eyes hid in her brothers' shoulder as she heard the second gunshot attacking her ears. She let out a scream as she turned her head to meet the sights of her parents laying still and cold on the black floor.
Through all the tears and sobbing she made it to her father's lifeless body. A single hole in the head proved that she wouldn't have the ability to talk to him again.
"Daddy?" She called for him through her crying voice.
"Daddy, please wake up. You have to take Tavish and I to school on Monday! Daddy please! Wake up! Daddy!" She shouted into his face, hoping for his eyes to open and kiss her on the cheek. She wanted him to wake up and tell her it was all right that it was just a dream. She wanted to wake up. She needed to wake up.
"Wake up."
"No!"
"Wake up!"
"I can't!"
"Wake up!" her mind shouted as the light of the sun burned her eyes. They were already wet and raw from tears. Have I been crying? She asked herself. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light coming in through the window. Judging by where the light was coming from, she figured it was about noon. Victoria made a move to sit up, but the pain in her shoulder prevented that. She looked around the room from the white bed she layed in. The room looked worn from age. The yellowed paint on the walls looked like it had begun to peel off and the wooden floor was covered in deep gashes and scratches. She heard the low hum of some medical machines sitting on the table next to her but didn't care much for them. She pressed her good hand against her forehead and sighed.
"Hey, why the long face, sleepyhead?"
