Isolophobia

Akyra's Backstory Part One.

I skipped down the long road, butterflies suckling on pollen filled flowers. I should've known something was wrong, the way my stomach started to churn and the feeling of being watched. I shook it off, deciding my little eight year old mind was playing tricks again. I kept going towards the two story white house, its surroundings woods were beautiful, I explored them often with my father when he was around. The roses that mother planted around the house was a healthy red and pink colour, blooming in the middle of summer. The stairs creaked. As I walked up them. Unafraid of them collapsing underneath my weight I jogged up them, making my way to the birch wood door. The feeling of uneasiness never wavered as I leaned a small amount of my weight to open the door. The smell of home welcomed me, but I should've realized that there was something under the comforting smell. Making my way through the house, I called out to mother, knowing father shouldn't be home. I heard a shuffling in the kitchen, just across the hall from the door way. I smiled brightly, happy to see my mother awake and cooking. I pushed open the swinging doors, their hinges creaking slightly like everything else in the old house. I noticed that a pan was on the floor, a red stain on the rim. My smile faltering slightly, but I was used to this, seeing my mother's blood everywhere and on everything. Noticing my mother wasn't in the room, confusion and uneasiness ran through my body, goosebumps appeared on my arms. Running my hands down my arms to get rid of the feeling. I walked across the kitchen, when I heard the door slam open, fear ran through my body. Trying to squeeze my body into a tight fit cabinet, not able to squeeze my body in fast enough, I felt a hand wrap around my shoulder, throwing my light frame into the wall, my head hitting the hard wood. Pain bursts through my skull, powerful colours flooded my vision, making everything blurry around the edges. I heard some rustling and my father stood above me, a knife hanging loosely from is hands, he bends down to carve into my already imperfect skin, when a blur of colours passed me, taking the knife with it. I heard a gasp, and managed a feeble turn of my head to see that my mother was the one who saved me. A knife plunged into the right side of her rib cage, the total opposite of a fatal blow. Crimson blood crept through the wound, damaging the pale dress that hung loosely on her body. My father stared at the woman, a look of shock came upon her face as she layed there, almost drowning in her own blood that slithered out of her wound.  Anger overcame any other expression, his attention no longer on me, now on the one he once proclaim his love for.  He jerked his knife out, ripping through the weak muscle and tissue, causing an even larger gap to form. He straddled her, knees on either side oh her skinny body. His knife came down again, making her gasp as a crack resounded in the room, he broke through bone. Something caught my eye, her mouth was moving. Brown eyes glistening with tears that ran down her cheek, mixing with her own blood on the floor. A burning sensation bubbled underneath the skin of my eyes, the feeling of unshed tears waiting to spill forth. The unshed tears hazed my vision, my line of sight blurred. The features of my mother and her assassin's features became disorientated. The colours of her jaw moved up and down, slowly in pase. My undeveloped brain astounded me, by being able to read her movement as the warmth of the tears invaded my face. My body running towards the steps that lead upstairs. My body flying up the stairs, past the lies in frames. The sound of crack bones stopped as I reached the last stair, the house eerily quiet. "Akyra, Come out where ever you are." a deep voice sounded without the house, fear strikes into my small frame. Almost shocking me into stillness. Almost. My frame continued to run past the halls. Reaching at the end of the hall, my room. My safe haven. As soon as I closed my door, heavy steps made the stairs creak under their weight. I creaked open my window, ignoring his drawls of my name. The window  was almost half way up, until my bedroom door opened. Cursing - or as much as an eight year old can curse - myself for forgetting to put a chair, or something in front of the door. My father stepped towards me, his shirt stained red. Tears spilled forth as I see my mother's only life force useless on a shirt. My father's shirt. He stalked towards me, the feeling of grief and terror struck me, right into my heart. Searing pain was in flicked unto my skull, as my hair rose my body slammed into the floor once again. I moaned out in pain, my hands reflectivly reaching for the injured spot. He snapped at me, his large hand encircling my small wrists. He clawed at my shirt, ripping the thin fabric easily. My eyes widened in fear, I've seen this happen to mother multiple times before. I started to thrash around. I soon as I did, a spike of pain resonated from my cheek. A large handprint began to form. Shocked into staying still, silent tears ran down my face. My eyes now focused in the celling, as I felt my pants begin to lower, going further and further down my legs, until they surrounded my ankles. I heard the unbuckling of a belt, my eyes squeezed shut, trying to think of anything but the sound of pants hitting the floor. The breeze flitted out of the window unto my skin, reminding my of my nakedness under the heat of my father. The feeling of lowering skin on mine was an uncomforting feeling. The weight made me try to shift away, but hands on my small hips stopped any movement. My body shivered as the feeling of something hard pressed in between my legs. I gasped slightly as something entered my body, the feeling immensely uncomfortable. The thing entering my body was hard, and painful as it pounded itself into me, stealing my virginity away. Tears slide down my face, each coming faster as the pounding continued. A warm substance filled me, overflowing my small enterance. The groans from the monster above me stopped, as the hardness escaped my body. My chest heaving from the pain. Curling up in a ball, my body weak and damaged. Darkness overcame my body, as I fell into a nightmare dream.