Early morning in the month of May, beams of sunlight easily slid their way past the white curtains. Chirping birds, humming cicadas and the sound of movement in the house could be heard but were drowned out by music. A young girl was in deep sleep as she listened to music through her ear buds. The young girl shifts more onto her right and a distinct and oddly shaped birthmark showed on her face. Long brown hair was sprawled out upon the blankets and her pillow, and a knock was heard at the girl’s bedroom door. Without waiting for an answer the figure that knocked on the door entered the room, it seemed to be the girl’s mother and seeing the girl soundly asleep made the woman smile. Sitting on the side of the bed the woman began to nudge the sleeping girl.
“DonJhea, it’s time to wake up. I’m sorry but you can’t sleep in today.” the woman said softly
A slight grunt was let out as DonJhea turned to face the woman; though her eyes were still closed she was still able to tell who it was in her room.
“Mom…. what time is it?” DonJhea asked
“It’s 10:30 a.m. and you need to get up.” her mother replied
Sitting up DonJhea yawns and opens her eyes. Her violet eyes sparkled in the sunlight as her face lit up with excitement. Suddenly a boy of the same age runs into the room banging pot lids together. The boy seemed very annoyed and was in a rush.
“DonJhea get up! Today is not the day where I’m going to wait for you! You’re not the only one who’s celebrating something today!”
Noticing that all eyes were now on him the boy continued to bang the pot lids together. He loved the attention but was very annoying. After banging the pot lids a bit longer the mother tells him to stop right away and put the lids away.
“Get up DonJhea, I’m not kidding!” the boy yelled from down the hall
“I have so much doubt that we’re even related.” DonJhea mutters to herself
“Well he’s still your brother. If you want to get technical he’s still your twin brother. Now go shower and get dressed. Casual yet formal, remember it’s your birthday and you’ll be eleven.” the mother cheered
Getting a hug and a kiss from her mother DonJhea stumbles out of bed and ties her hair up before getting into the shower. Finishing her shower, getting dressed, and fixing her hair DonJhea completes her attire of blue skinny jeans and her freshly ironed button up plaid shirt made of a thin fabric with a lighter shade of blue shirt underneath. Sliding her flats on and fixing her hair DonJhea stands in front of her brother’s room without noise and scares him.
“What’s wrong with you? Creeper stop creeping.”
“Donald you are under arrest for being ugly.” DonJhea joked
“And you’re under arrest for taking so long to get up. Now let’s go, Mois waiting in the car.” Donald replied
After spending the day filled with smiles and laughter the family returns home. The two young children sit together on the couch covering their eyes waiting for their next surprise. Singing the Happy Birthday Song, the twins’ mother strides into the room with a large birthday cake in hand. The cake had two types of frosting on each side. On the left was creamy, velvety, vanilla frosting and on the right was rich, creamy, milk chocolate frosting. Eleven candles were on each side of the cake that took the shape of the letter D. The children’s faces lit up with happiness and the jump off of the couch to hug their mother. Donald, the youngest twin, takes a slice of vanilla as DonJhea, the eldest, took a slice of chocolate. Before taking a bite of their pieces the twins turn to each other’s slices and take a piece before eating their own.
The night dragged on and the trio deserved a good night’s sleep. DonJhea was fast asleep on the couch with the television still on, her brother was in his room playing his hand held console, and her mother was in her room preparing for work the very next day. The house then grew silent and the sound of shattering glass could be heard. Scared by the noise, DonJhea woke up instantly and shot up from her spot. Due to the darkness, DonJhea wasn’t quite able to see yet she could make out that there was a figure coming through the window. The figure came in and from the glow from the television screen it became clear that the figure was a man. It looked like she was looking at an older version of her brother. Clearly he was drunk and in one hand was a large glass bottle of liquor, he was hiding his other hand behind his back, which disturbed DonJhea a bit.
“Who are you?” DonJhea asked. Her voice was quivering a bit
“You know who I am,” the figured replied “It’s me, daddy.” the man states as he closes in
DonJhea’s small amount of fear was replaced by a large amount of disgust.
“That’s not possible. My father died when he left us a long time ago.” she lashed
Drunken anger took over the man’s body and he lashes out by taking a last gulp of liquor then smashing the glass bottle across DonJhea’s face. Quickly regaining balance DonJhea throws a punch at the man and pounces onto him, pounding on him in the chest repeatedly. Throwing her off of his body the father’s rage grew more and more and he released it by beating DonJhea till she bled. Punching all over her body, kicking her in her ribs, stomach, face, grabbing whatever the man could use to beat her was used until DonJhea was nothing but a bloody pulp. Bleeding out to near death DonJhea began to lose consciousness. She had been silent during the beating so her mother and brother would be left alone but her brother had entered the room and saw the gory scene. Screaming the man turned around and pulled out the hidden item he was carrying, a loaded hand gun, and shot the boy repeatedly in the head and torso. Running from her was the mother who grabbed her son’s dead body and began to cry, her tears strengthen when she saw the condition of her daughter. Before getting out a scream the man fired the rest of his bullets into the mother’s head and throat. Blood splattered everywhere throughout the room, DonJhea began to scream of out pain and sorrow and her cries for her dead family were intense. Pressing his foot on DonJhea’s head her father began to laugh. “Oops, it seems like my finger slipped a couple of times.” he said smugly. Filling with fear and rage an unknown bloodlust came out, her sanity snapping like a twig then being crushed into dust. DonJhea’s eyes went from violet to white and her skin took on a shining red. Blades shot from her body and a barrage of blades shot from the ground under her father’s feet slicing him to ribbons. With her body returning to normal DonJhea slowly stands up as if she were almost a zombie and walks to the bathroom. Going into the medicine cabinet she grabs bandages and peroxide and begins to clean her cuts and wounds. Looking in the mirror she licks the blood off her lips and begins to take the peroxide to clean the cuts on her face. After taking care of her injuries DonJhea goes into her room and grabs a bag and begins to fill it with food and puts in a photo album. Dragging the bodies of her mother and brother DonJhea buries them where they won’t be disturbed and returns inside. Taking the rest of the peroxide and whatever flammable household fluid she could find DonJhea dumps the liquids everywhere and lights the home on fire along with the remains of her father’s body. With the reality of everything she’s done setting in all she could do was cry. Crying, DonJhea begins to run to her grandmother’s home leaving a letter that said:
“I’m sorry for what I’ve done. Mom and brother are dead now, all because of my own father. Don’t bother trying to look for me or save my life. There’s nothing to do for you to stop me from what I must do. I can’t stay here when I know it’s my fault that they’re dead so it’s my time to go. Tell the family that I’ll miss them. I’m sorry for saying anything before.”
After leaving the note DonJhea began to run once again to the closest person she knew in the area. Pounding on the door screaming for her name the girl opened the door, the girl’s name was Karin. She was sixteen years old and had dark brown hair that went down a bit passed her shoulders. Her brown eyes light up with fear and confusion seeing the state that DonJhea was in. Hearing the story of what had happen; the two girls packed whatever they could and left. Never to be remembered again where they were from, as if they were dead to their families and loved ones.

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