Dive

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Tap, tap, tap.
The only sound that can be heard.
Tap, tap, tap.
Blood. All over the place. The gentle sound of warm fluid was only thing disturbing the silence. Not even a sob, nor sigh left girls throat. Was she shocked, taken aback by the view of her now dead parents? Even standing in front of immobile bodies of two people closest to her, bathed in an ocean of blood, the child's face was unmoved. Her eyes scanned room only to find a stream of blood lazily flowing toward her feets. Carefully avoiding scarlet liquid, girl sat on the chair like a well raised little lady, with her hands laid flat in her lap.
- Ooh.. could this charming sight take away her mind? - a low murmur spread across the room - Or are you afraid of blood? Hmmm?
- No mister, I’m not afraid. Thank you for your concern.
Tangible and rigid tone of the statement definitely did not match the child's voice, nonetheless this little figure was a source of words that caused silence in the room once again.
- How about now?
The unsettling flash of a barrel of a gun aimed stright between her eyes didn't make her even flinch.
- You little...
- Leave - a single word held man's finger halfway down the drain - What's your name?
The sudden appearance of the second man caused first reaction from child. Correcting the invisible bend on her dress, she stood up and bowed slightly, responding.
- I am really sorry, but I am not allowed to speak with strangers.
- This brat! - once again the man was stopped by his companion.
- Your parents raised you very well, and unfortunately, I am afraid of that from now on, other relatives will take care of you - despite the alleged concern of the adult, his tone remained unchanged. Seeing that girl standing before him, remaining unmoved, even in the face of his lies. At the back of his mind a strange interest in the child was born.
- I do not have any other relatives, sir. - "I know" flashed through his mind.
- Let's kill her and call it a day. At least she won't stuck in some shit hole called orphanage.
- I said leave. - the sharp answer blew air like a knife - If you have nowhere to go, you can come with me. In any case you will meet strangers.
The child’s eyesight focused on the lower of the men, and again became absent.
- She will go with you, you will raise her as your own and one day you will wake up with a knife in the guts.
- There will be no third warning. Decide girl, time is running out.
- Can I pack some of my stuff?
- Do it quickly.
- Yes, sir.
A moment later, a car with two men and a small girl drove away from the silent house.
That night, there was no screaming, crying, or begging for mercy. As malevolent and brutal as it was, murder was just as quiet and fast as it was cruel. There was no sound of crying for the following days or nights. In the end, a well-behaved young lady does not pour tears for any reason, she does not show any feelings. Thus, a girl who survived one of the most brutal massacres that can perform by a human being,  remained unmoved by the sight of the gutted bodies of her guardians. She did not cry her eyes out. A well-behaved maiden is quiet, elegant and clean. Always perfectly obedient. And she was like that. After all, her parents raised her for a good girl, right?