THE END

Clearer

I stare at the strange Father-Lookalike. It nears towards us even more than it had before.
"W-What is that thing?" Christa asks, her voice trembling.
"W-what!?!? NO!" I can make out what it really is as it comes closer. It really was my father. Everything was the same. The hair, the wounds, his clothes;it was all the same. The only difference was that this one wasn't living, he was dead. I didn't care what he had become, he was still my father. I knew i shouldn't have let that walking-corpse get to me but i did.
"DAD! WE CAN'T KILL HIM! ITS MY FATHER!" I scream, pointing to him, or what was left of him.
"Aika, we have to. We don't have have a choice!" Steven exclaims. "YES WE DO!WE DONT HA-"
"AHHHHHHH" I'm cut off by a scream. I look around, tears blurring my vision. But, I can count three silhouettes that are panicking. Only three. I try to wipe my tears, and I get most of them out of my eyes. I take a look around a second time. My poor, Innocent, little baby is on the floor, bleeding half to death.
"A-aika...Please, don't let me die! I don't wanna die! I won't die right? Right!?" she says, crying because of the pain.
"Christa... My baby...I'm sorry!.. I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!" I look down at her close to lifeless body, my heart shattering as a look at her torso. Her stomach was spilling out of her body, blood spurting everywhere. Before I knew it, I was covered in her blood, and she said her final words to me.
"Sometimes, Life is like a piano. The white keys are the good things in life, and the black keys are the bad things in life. But, you don't let those black keys ruin your music. You are okay. I am okay. Its all okay.", and then she was gone forever.

And I was the one that had the guilt of killing her.