Ella

sort of a dark cinderella...

All around me is black.
I hear heavy breathing,
Heavy footsteps.
I hear muted screams.
I get up to see what is happening.
There is my sister,
Blood tricking from her bright red lips.
My brother.
My mother.
Their eyes are cold
And
Glassy.
"father!" I shriek.
"Father!" i sob.
I run through
Every room.
I see him.
His breathing is labored
Blood pours from his chest.
He is alive.
I run outside.
Here is Felix,
He horse keeper.
"Felix!" I yell.
"Daddy needs help!"
Felix comes running.
He presses his hand
To Father's chest.
The blood stops.
His eyes flicker open.
"Elaa, oh, Ella."
He says.
"My Ella, safe."
And suddenly he is not my father
But a killer,
Lunging at me with
A curved knife.

 

 

"Ella! Ella, wake up!"
My father shakes me awake.
I begin to sob.
"It was only a dream Ella, only a dream. Shhh."
Today is the anniversary of their deaths. It is also my father's wedding day.
I am sure this is not a good sign.
I dress, and we are off
To the cemetery, then the church.
The lady father is going to marry has
Ice blue eyes
A cruel red mouth
And long sharp fingernails.
She hates me.
I can feel her wishing
For
My death.