there was blood. Lots of blood. Crimson dripped down the stairs and Darya hunched over, dry heaving. she wasn't sure if it was due to that acidic smell burning through her nostrils or the gruesome act she just witnessed now. her father was no where In sight now and the only destruction he left in his wake was the unmoving body of her sister. reality began to sink in fast and hard, it knocked the wind out of her lungs and Darya fell to her knees beside her sister who was no longer breathing. her brown eyes glassy, like a shean of death as she stared at nothing and Darya knew she lost her. that she's never coming back. her sister was dead. her life brutally snatched by their own father in front of her and she couldn't do anything. it was her fault too. her fault. a sound ripped through her eara, the sound hollow and full of anguish. she didn't even realise that it was her screaming as held into her sister's lifeless body with a death grip and begging for her to wake-up and look at her. that she was there beside her until hands grabbed for her and tore her away from her sister, her best friend. her everything.
strong hands gripped Darya and tore her away from from her, her brows scrunched up and she demanded why they were taking her away from her sister. when they refused to let her go, she starting shouting kicking and thrashing but they refused to let her go and she watched as medics laid her sweet sister over a stretcher and then she was gone from her sight. from her life and she was dragged into a police van with her wrists secured in cuffs like a criminal. like a murder who killed her own sister. why were they arresting her? why? why were they wasting time when the killer, their father was somewhere out there? but no one replied to her, disgust evident in their narrowed eyes. did she kill her own sister? No!
Darya grew exhausted, her throat raw from screaming and begging. she was faintly aware through the blur that the neighbours were out and watching the spectacle of her life. fight left her body and a strange sort of numbness washed over her while being. she willed her soul to leave right then and there but it held onto her body with its iron claws. she wanted to drop dead so that she didn't have to suffer through this loss and pain anymore.
but it was life. and it was cruel and unforgiving.
She didn't have any recollection of how she ended up in an investigation room with a detective seated in front of her, nearly invading her personal space in order to intimidate her into confessing to a crime she didn't commit.
"We know it was you." he smiled smugly, waiting for her to take the bait but Darya just stared at him. her tears had long dried out now. it's been hours or maybe days since they took her sister from her and now she was getting really tired. when your life is ripped apart all in one night and you haven't slept for nearly forty eight hours you tend to spill secrets or in her case get angry and frustrated. so when he told her again that all the evidence pointed at her and she wasn't escaping without paying for her crime, she lost it. she jerked her wrist that was secured with the table and it cut through her skin. she wanted to getup and punch this stupid, scrum of earth man who called himself a detective, someone who was supposed to serve justice.
"FUCK YOU! I SAID I DIDN'T KILL MY SISTER! WHY DONT YOU LISTEN GODDAMN IT AM TELLING YOU IT WAS MY FATHER YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at him, her angry spittle landing on his now not so smug face as he clenched his jaw. two officers were in the room now and had her head plastered to the table. she continues to scream and curse at everything. anything. how dare they blame her! how dare they even think that she would kill Anaa. her baby sister. this world was so cruel! she wanted to die. just die alongside Ana.
Daria had been locked up in a cell for three days now. they have barely given her any good not that she cared no matter how much her body protested. satisfying her hunger was the least of her worries when her they refused to tell her where they took her sister. did the bury her?
countless thoughts ran through her head which was throbbing with a headche. sleep was creeping around her tired, blood shot eyes and she was on the verge of fainting when she heard some noise. the police officer in charge for the shift jerked to his fear and rushed past her to two tall figures who stepped inside. their expensive black loafers had tiny beads of water on them as if they walked through heavy rain. while one of them had dark hair slightly greying at the temples with age, the other one's were silky and golden and he seemed to be the younger one. Father and son. they both were dressed in dark suits with long black woollen coats drapped over their shoulders. it was a strange sight to behold and despite Darya body's scumbing to long overdue sleep, she eyed then curiously.
the older man's eyes flickered her way and he seemed to freeze and then his eyes narrowed dangerously as he barked something to the officer who bowed his head like a dog and began unlocking the cell and stepped back.
it was the younger man who pushed open the door and stepped inside and began to approach her cautiously. his face was blank and he eyed her with no emotion. and uneasy feeling began to pool in her gut and she instictly pulled her legs to her chest and seemed to further huddle in the corner.
"Get up." he ordered, his deep masculine rough and scathy. when she didn't move an inch he let out a breath as if she was pushing him and his hand wraped around her upper arm, forcefully hauling her to her feet. her body swayed from lack of energy and his hold tightened on her as he dragged her out of the cell.
if it was some other time, Darya would have jerked away from him, questioned him had already been through so much, she had no energy to even save herself if he was here to kill her.