You wanted to go home. You were tired. But God, it was so peaceful here. The church looked, well, like a church, and the graveyard resonated a calming aura as you stared at two familiar gravestones.
You had to hold back a giggle as you remembered how one of the dead people had died.
God, their warm blood was leaking out of their head so wonderfully, right through their left eye socket, the right eye a paling [E/C].
You were curious. How would the crimson blood feel against your own skin? Would it be different depending on who it belongs to?
This is the only thing you were thinking about as you stared at your father's body. It was still shaking from the pain.
His yells were as loud as they were when it began.
Your mother's tears couldn't stop rolling down her cheeks as she watched her beloved slowly losing his blood, same with his consciousness.
In all his might and courage he had in him, your brother stood in front of you and your crying mother with the most hateful glare directed towards the one person that ripped your father's eye out.
You surprisingly don't remember their face. You remember everything, but the face of the one person who had killed your dad.
You laughed out loud as you thought about it. Forgetting the face of the one person that killed a family member? Sounds impossible, but it is as possible as possible.
Your dad pretty much got his eye ripped out with the use of a teaspoon, some sharp and may I add, fabulous as fuck nails that the culprit had, and then that eye got thrown into a glass of acid.
Have you ever seen an eyeball melt in hydrochloric acid before?
Because Holy fuck, you secretly enjoyed watching that thing get melted into nothing while your mom was crying her eyes out.
Hah. Eyes.
Skip to some days ahead, and you lost your left eye. It became an empty, hollow eye socket.
Your mother was shocked, and abandoned you because of a reason that shall remain a mystery.
Talk about a good and responsible parent.
And so, you remained with your brother.
Your mother had also gotten killed, but in a similar way, you heard.
The only difference being that her right eye was the one being ripped out.
You thought that hey, since you lost an eye because of your dad, you'd lose one because of your mom too, right?
That's wrong, apparently. You still haven't lost your eye. So hah, you can still see with a fucking eye up to this day.
But you were wondering, why didn't you lose it? Does it have something to do with your connections you had with your mother?
Or does it have to get a bunch of events to happen in order for you to lose your eye?
You were confused.
You stared at both of the gravestones, as they were just there under the starlight.
You got up from your knees, left the black rose on your mother's grave, and the chrysanthemums on your father's, as a symbol of their death, got up, and walked down the hill.
You began to vanish, and blinked your eye open.
You were still in the cybernetic space with the 4 others.
You wouldn't say it, but you slightly miss your childhood you spent with your parents.
But only slightly.