Death Becomes Her (1)

The house is eerily silent, as though the world has stopped to gaze upon this moment. Trinity walks inside her father's bedroom; slowly and wobbly like a zombie. She's still alive, but already dead inside. He's lying in his bed, his chest slightly rising and falling with his breaths.

She crawls onto the bed, making her way up to him. She straddles him, putting all her weight down, and stares at him with spite. She takes a good look at his face, making sure to commit it to memory, ensuring she will never forget the face of evil. She also wants to make sure she can see him once last time at peace, so she'll be able to better enjoy his coming agony and deep despair. She laughs to herself as she towers over him, thinking about how terrifying he looked to her when he did this to her. How ironic that she would find herself in this position over him now.

Her father finally begins to stir, and mumbles slightly, his sleep being suddenly disturbed. He opens his eyes; his chest feeling constricted. His head feels groggy, like he'd been sleeping forever, but still wasn't well rested. As his vision clears, he finds dark purple orbs staring down at him coldly. "What the hell? When did I get in bed? What are you doing to me, girl?!"

"You're awake now? Those sleeping pills took longer to kick in then I thought. I'm glad you're alert again though. I need your full attention." She draws back her arms and with all her might, she stabs him through his chest, into the bed springs, with a pair of garden shears, pinning him.

"Ah!" He screams like a banshee, his heart in shock from the trauma. "Goddammit! Trinity!"

"Oh, does it hurt daddy? I'm sorry, but this is what happens when you lie!" She stabs him with a knife now, multiple times in chest, down to his stomach and makes her way down to his groin. "Let's see how you like having your privates brutalized, shall we daddy?" She stabs him through his jeans and his groin. She stabs the vicinity multiple times, likely puncturing all the key areas.

"Ah! Goddamn bitch! Fucking cunt! Stop it! Stop it right now! Ah!" He screams in agony.

"Did you stop when I begged you? Did you stop when Shiori begged you? When you sent Sophia to her death, didn't she plead too? We were all supposed to suffer and take our punishment with no complaints, so you can't be begging now big man. Man up! Own it!" She continues her brutal assault, not giving him time to breath. "You can beg me for death!"

She continues her violent attack, ignoring his screams, pleas, and insults. Nothing remains of her compassion, and she has no remorse for her actions. She fears her sanity may be lost as well. But this is all on him for his actions. As he's always told them, "This is your own fault. Deal with it!"

Soon he stops moving, and his breathing becomes merely a whisper. However, he still manages to laugh weakly. "You should know, your sister suffered greatly. While you were gone, I came home early and took her to the woods. She fought of course, but I tied her up. I brutalized her in ways she didn't even know were possible, until she pleaded for mercy. Then I broke both her arms and her legs, just because she pissed me off. For all her years of defiance and the fact she dared to raise her hands to me. Finally, I bashed her head in over and over with a large rock. Her screams were deafening. She cried endlessly, and for her final words, she kept calling your name. 'Trinity…save me…save me…help me!'" He laughs. "Then finally, silence at last."

Her hatred is all that keeps her from passing out from hearing such a brutal description of how he tortured her beloved Shiori, but she doesn't allow herself to pass out. She can't give in just yet. She glares at him with murderous intent in her eyes. "Any last words, you sick piece of shit?"

He laughs more deeply now. "Yeah, sure I do." He stares in her eyes. "Welcome to hell bitch!"

"Ah!" She slashes the knife once more, slitting his neck nearly clean through. She watches him gurgle and gag as he bleeds out, his blood pooling beneath him. She watches with unwavering eyes, until the last light of his eyes is extinguished, and he takes his final breath. "Fuck you!"

She stands up and observes the mess of a man her father has now become. He looks like a miserable, disgusting slab of meat mutilated beyond any reason. He's frightening and a thing of a nightmares, finally appearing like the monster he is. She feels vindicated, but not quite satisfied.

She turns away from him and walks to the dresser. She stares in the mirror, terrified of who she sees. Her blackberry hair is brittle and damaged. Her face is narrow, and her eyes are sunken in, showing that she hasn't had a truly restful sleep in a while. Her lavender eyes have dulled and darkened even more than usual, such that they look like empty craters. She looks nearly dead.

"Well, I guess that'll be true soon enough." She laughs miserably at herself, before dropping to her knees on the carpet. She whispers, "Mama, Sophia, baby, Shi…wait for me. I'm coming." She smiles slightly, before gripping the handle tightly and turning the bloody knife on herself.