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From the Inside Flap
A thousand memories sprung forth upon hearing those words. It was the same words spoken when she had scraped her knees, fallen out of a tree, and even when she had her heart broken for the first time. Now, they were uttered as her father wrapped his hands around her neck.
She thrashed against her parents but it did little good. Strong fingers crushed her throat, constricting her breath until her face swelled with blood and her lungs screamed for air. Her feet kicked uselessly over the floor. She didn't have the strength to lift her arms. The world shook and bled, reduced to splotches of darkness with no meaning. Her mother's fingers loosened on her arms but she still felt weighted down. Tender fingers stroked her hair. The ones around her neck trembled with force.
There was a sudden crash. A powerful, deafening crack. A dozen voices screaming at once. Her mother hissed words she couldn't understand. Her father yelled back. She couldn't breathe. Colors started to dull as her father's face loomed into her vision. His hands left her neck but she could barely breathe. There was more shouting. Her mother slammed the door shut.
"I'm so sorry," the small blade of a pair of nail scissors pressed against her throat. Dug in until blood oozed out to meet it. His tears scorched her skin as he pressed a trembling kiss to her forehead. "We can't leave you behind. Don't be afraid. It's better this way."
The door burst open. She saw guns, heard that ear-splitting sound, and her mother's scream. Over her father's shoulder, she watched her mother slide down the wall, leaving a trail of smeared blood.
"Daddy loves you."
Agony streaked across her neck as he drew the blade, pushing down as hard as he could. It sliced through skin and flesh and released a wave of blood that gushed on the floor. It cut deep and suddenly her desperate need was met with a rush of air. It filled her lungs so fiercely that her back arched. . Two more shorts and her father fell by her side, his blood seeping out of a hole in his chest, mingling with her own. Police swarmed the room; phantoms dressed in black. Each inhale whistled through her severed throat. Only a little passed through but it was enough to last her to the next intake. Police pressed the bleach-stained towel to her throat.
She watched as her father saw her take another breath. Watched the terror swarm in his eyes until death dulled them. It felt like she was floating. The pain was easing. She blinked and saw it; a shadow that clung to her father's back. It inched up over his shoulder, watching her. The police pulled at her as they struggled to stem the tide that flowed from her neck. The shadow grew. It clawed over her father like a solid, bottomless mass. She couldn't move. Fingers like talons, as thin as bones, reached for her. They felt like ice as they covered her face and swallowed the world.