My father promised he would always be there for me, no matter what happens, he would always be by my side.
Everything changed after the incident; the night where he died right in front of my eyes.
My mother had shot him, right through his heart.
Blood splattered everywhere in the room, my dad lying still on the ground, blood still pouring out where the bullet had penetrated through his body, my mother still had her hands on the gun, and quickly turned to me.
“You will be joining your father very soon” she smirked
She lifted the gun, pointed it towards my head, I couldn’t move … no … I wouldn’t move, I stood there frozen; I always thought my mum was kind and generous, she never seemed like that kind of person who would kill, who would hate; she wouldn’t do a thing like that, would she?
Tick ………. Tock……….Tick……….Tock ……….
The expression on my mother’s face was horrifying, one part of her seemed to enjoy what she had done and the other was full of hatred and jealousy. Why did she do that? Was she going crazy?
Bang.
Now I remember why, they were fighting over something, something my dad did a long time ago, he had an affair with another lady, when my mum found out she was furious, every night I would hear her sobbing in the bathroom. But why did she leave this until now?
WHY DID SHE DO THIS?
I felt this warm feeling, just like when dad, mum and I sat in front of the fire roasting marshmallows and telling stories to each other.
I opened my eyes slowly and got up.
There was blood everywhere.
Two bodies lie there, in front of me, I was horrified, and tears started rolling down my cheeks.
I blacked out.
