A circle with two centers

A Story by Lyric

I just really started writing, I hope you enjoy, there will be other chapters

The child was excited, that's all I remember about before it all happened.

She was excited in the way children aren't usually. She was excited to wait. To sit under that tree and pull out everything she could at once. Spoil herself with the things others would spoil her with.

Good girls wait for what they want. He mother had told her, so many times and she new.

The more she pretended to not be dying on the inside, the faster she'd get what she wanted. Her parents thought she didn't know them, well, she was smarter than they expected.

Her mother had told her not to go in a certain room the day before, she thought she wasn't smart enough to catch on. Her gifts were there, she was allowed everywhere except her parents chambers, there was no other reason she should be kept out.

The light rimmed the room perfectly, brightening every inch of it and her tree, her birthday three, sat on the floor in the corner of the small room.

Birthday trees. It was a tradition, every year, the youngest child in the family would have a birthday tree on there tenth birthday, and that day would resemble Christmas. For what reason the child wasn't sure, but tree, or boxes, she was happy to accept.

She threw her arms out and landed on her small bed, most of the rest here is blurry, one doesn't pay attention to such worthless details when there's so much more to catch her eye.

I remember her getting up, and standing at her door, listening for her parents.

Hopping that they wouldn't suddenly appear in front of her, that she could safely make it to where she needed, where she wanted to go.

"Miss?" A voice says from behind her, she doesn't turn around, knowing the maids fragile voice.

"Elle?" She asks her, stopping in her tracks, but keeping her head placed forward, tilted to where she hoped to get.

"Don't tell mother and father." She pleads, placing her palms together as if to beg, though she wasn't facing Elle.

"Miss, you bests not go in there." Elle says sternly, more so sternly than she had ever heard her talk to anyone.

"Why?" She asked her, beckoning tears to come, wishing to win her favor through pity.

The child stepped closer to the room, pepping inside but not far enough to see what lay inside.

"Miss!" Elle said, grabbing onto the childs nightgown she had still been wearing.

"I just want my gifts!" She screamed, breaking away from Elle and attempting to slide into the room, but this Elle was to fast for comfort and the child was grabbed around the neck.

"You're choking me!" The child tried to scream, but the sounds came out in short jerks of noise, not complete.

"Mother!" The child yelled, feeling Elle's hand press against her neck, leaning her knee into the girls side roughly.

Elle moved her hand across her face, and pulled, pulled until her face lay half off her head.

The child screamed, but was cut off my Elle's thumb closing her jaw, giving up the child fell to the floor.

Elle laughed sharply, "Genova!" She called, in a voice much different than the one she'd always had. "Come on, now old woman! Looks like we might have to kill her anyways! Such fun!"

"Elle?" The child asked weakly. How is she? She had asked herself.

"Shut up! Runt!" The woman kicked at the little girls foot, pushing her big toe back and the child hisses, tears rolling down her face.

Elle, in a quick movement takes of the rest of her face, blakc hair flies out, and black eyes, she'd thought they looked familiar, the child gasped for air at what she saw.

"Syntia?" She asks, struggling to get up. The floor is too slippery, and her dress causes her to fall on her backside with every attempt.

"Runt?" Asks Elle, in a mocking tone, smiling down at her in a crazy, lunatic kind of way.

Elle laughs harder, as Genova steps out of the room, all she'd wanted was to find her presents. She breathes roughly, leaned up against the palace walls. She turns her head to Genova, the maid that brought Elle, she held a kitchen knife, one she'd used so many other times before, to cook meals, chop crops.

"Why don't you let her look, Syntia?" Asks Genova. The child doesn't face the women, what if she shed her face as well? Became some horrible character from her past? She knew that it wasn't a dream.

"Hm, I suppose you're right."

Elle, or Syntia grabs the child from the collar of her shirt and drags her to the room.

"Let me go!" She screams, kicking, and screaming for the other maids, no one came, because no one heard. She soon found out why.

Laying there, as Syntia dropped her to the ground, she saw every duke, duchess, merchant, maid and butler that had lived in the palace, places on the floor in a circle, in the middle of the circle, lay her mother and father, all with red jagged lined ran through their hearts.

The stench had echoed through her nose much longer than any memory ever could.

Her salty tears fell to the floor, creating a hollow, empty sound with each. The child turned to the two women, looked down at Elle, mask on the floor and back at them.

"Why did you think your parents told you not to come to this room today?" Asked Genova.

"My presents." She answered, and both women laughed as if it were a joke.

"Our mother and father new their doom, Kinta." Said Syntia.