Silence. I couldn't hear anything as I walked through the village. It was empty. All of the villagers hiding in their houses out of fear. I looked around. There was none.

As I walked, something bumped into me from the side. I looked down. It was a small boy. He fell on the ground when he bumped into me. I kneeled in front of me.

"Here." I smiled. I was about to take his hand and push him up. But, I assumed that the girl behind him was his sister. She ran to me and slapped my hand away. She glared at me before picking her brother up and running away.

My hair covered face. I stood up and began to walk towards the direction where my parents used to live.

I stood in front of the front doors. I don't bother to knock, I let myself in. I looked around.

"Oi! You guys here?" I yelled through the house. I heard footsteps. It was my mother. She did not look happy to see me.

"Hey." I greeted. She looked away and entered the kitchen. On my left side, I saw my father. He weakly smiled.

"Hey there kiddo." He sat down on one of the couches.

"I'm not a kid anymore." I smiled as I sat down. He chuckled.

"I know, sorry." He looked down. I raised one of my brows at him. My mother walked in. She placed three cups on the table, there was tea in it.

"How are you guys doing?" I asked as I looked up at my mother.

"We're-"

"We were doing better when you were a normal child and not a murderer." My mother interrupted.

"Is that so?" I closed my eyes. She dissipated again. I assumed that she walked into the kitchen.

"Sorry. She's acting like this since... You know... You killed... Him" I nodded my head.

"I couldn't stand how he acted towards us. Towards my sister. He killed her, I did what I had to." After I finished my sentence, my ears perked up. I stood up and blocked the attack with my left palm. But the knife got through. My mother was the one holding the knife with a glare.

" You should've died! You don't deserve to live!" She yelled. I grinned my teeth. I don't care if she's my mother, not anymore. I grabbed her by her neck and thrown her to the wall. She choked out her own Blood as she slid down. My father rushed to her side.

"You dare to raise your hand to me?" My eyes were dark as I looked down at them. I pulled the kitchen knife out of my hand, the opened wound healed rather quickly.

"Please! I'm begging you! Don't hurt her!" My father looked up at me. Fear was all over his face. I tilted my head to the side.

"Give me one good why I shouldn't." I growled.

"She's your mother!" My father yelled as he held her in his arms.

"And?" His eyes went wide. I'm sure that he wasn't except that.

"Y-you shouldn't hurt you m-mother."

"I am the Queen. I can do whatever I want." I glared. Then I fixed my gaze at my mother.

"If you dare to raise your hand at me one more time, I'll kill you. With no hesitation." My mother smirked. It only made me angrier.

"Go on... Stupid bitch." My hair covered my face.

(Third person pov)

(Y/N) walked out of the house and made her way towards her castle. One of the villagers noticed this.

(Y/N) left the doors opened so the women walked in. As soon as she stepped into the house, she knew something wasn't right. She walked further into the house. And when she entered the living room, she screamed in horror.

Walls, floor, furniture, everything was covered in blood. Her body was shaking. She dropped all the things she was caring and blacked away. Her back hit a wall. But she felt like this wasn't a wall. She slowly looked over her shoulder. Bloody head was pinned on the wall. There was a knife in the middle of the woman's forehead. She screamed even louder.

(Y/N) entered her castle and made her way towards her throne. She stopped in front of it before walking to it. She sat down. She closed her
(E/C) eyes and sighed.

She might've killed her own parents, but it was something that both of them wanted. They didn't want to suffer anymore. So she ended their lives. Her lips began to tremble. She looked up, opened her eyes, and smiled gently.

"Watch me. You idiots."