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● R e c a p e ●

For the second time today, I am left in grayness.

The light coming from the closet door reflects onto the liquid, it pools around me on the floor making the redness glow.

My stomach turns and all its contents are out on the floor, mixing with the shining blood.

● C o n t i n u e d ●

The helplessness of watching your mother and brother's dead while you were around able to save them is one thing you never want to live through.

It's the same for me.

I sat there in a pool of my own vomit and my mother's blood.

Tears were flowing down my red cheeks, while I was waiting for my father to come and kill me.

I do not feel anything; my body shut down, and my eyes gaze at my mother's lifeless body.

The thickness in the air is so dense that I felt aware of every passing breath through my lips.

The events of today keep coming to mind one after another, making shivers run through my body.

My mind was so deep in a trance that I jolted up when the creak of the closet door opening echoed through the entire room. The door opened so slow it made my heart beat increase a thousand fold, I waited for my father to pop out of the closet door with a dagger to finish me.

I waited for an end to my misery.

I close my eyes so I can take away the memory of my once superhero father with my last breath, and not this cruel version of him.

I had no idea what happened to the kind soul that was my father, but I am sure he would never want me to hate him during my dying breath.

I awaited the pain to pass through my body. I expected the screams to pass through my mouth, but nothing occurred. All I feel is the heaviness in the air and my own shallow breaths.

One minute passed then two, then three. I start slowly opening my eyes. If my father wants me to see him like this, if he wants to see the horror in my eyes while passing daggers through my body. I'll give it to him.

The brightness in the room increases because of the closet door opening.

I blink several times to see through my swelling eyes and brightness.

I can make out a bright figure standing in my mother's walk-in closet.

As my eyes start making out the shape. It was much smaller than I first thought.

My eyes went huge when I realize the person in the closet is none other than my small fragile brother.

He was standing at the very corner of the closet watching me as I was observing him.

Before I could make a move, he starts to turn away, making me frown.

"Where is he going?" I whisper to myself.

It was like my father finally caught up with everything. Because the next thing I know the door start rattling and the keys start moving around in efforts to open the door.

I move my eyes from the door to the closet in frantically, as if asking my four-year-old brother who was still showing his back to me, for help.

As if he actually heard my pleading, my baby brother turned half to look at me and only gestures with his small chubby arms to come to him before disappearing in the corner.

With one last look at the door, my legs move on their own as if to decide their own destinies.

With one last look at the door, my legs move on their own as if to decide their own destinies

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