Eighteen years of clueless dreams that didn't make any sense.

I had only gotten a glimpse of the whole thing before I'm picked up forcefully by my dad, who starts yelling at the man.

The man only stands there. And stares. He stares into my eyes. His eyes glow with a bright blue that almost seems unreal.

Then he opens his mouth. He repeats the same thing over and over, like a record spinning.

"The angel who brings death will return for the one who is destined to defy it."

A blue flash comes out from the man, and my dad holds me into his shoulder. Once the light subsides, the man is gone, but his whispers are still ringing in my ears.

"The angel who brings death will return for the one who is destined to defy it."

My mom lays still on the floor, a puddle of a mocking-red color coming out from under her chest.

My ears seem to mute and I only see the violent motions of my father once he sets me down.

He yells and slams his hands down and kicks the wall, but all his anger turn to tears as he holds his wife's head on his lap.

And all I can do is stand.

Ears still ringing.

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