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  Character: Jax

  Being a young child, growing up in a huge farm... it was pretty cool. Everyday I woke up with the same burning passion.

  Daddy, let's go feed the ducks!

Daddy, let's brush the horses!

  Daddy, let's play with the cats!

  Everyday, it was just me and Pap, we'd do the animals, well he would, I'd just give them some extra care. I had the time of my life, then, one regular Thursday morning, I woke up, happy and excited like usual.

  I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, then I ran to the kitchen.

  Daddy, let's go see if the baby chickens hatched!

  Nothing...

  Nothing?

  Dad always replies...

   Daddy?

  I searched frantically, I even pulled on my boots and ran outside, calling his name every five steps, checking every barn, and even the garage. All that, and Dad never appeared...

  Only thing I noticed was the huge, orange tractor running...

  But why?

  Dad never uses that until summer, when the hay is all grown out, and ready for bailing... all of the snow hasn't even melted yet.

  I ran back inside, and kicked off my boots, calling out for dad some more.

  I double checked some rooms, even the basement and the attic, then I came across a closed room.

  His room. Why didn't I check in there?

  I opened the door, a loud creak following my motions.

  Daddy?

  I quietly asked, and then I noticed a body under the covers.

  Daddy! Wake up you lazy bum! It's not Saturday yet!

  I walked up to him... flies buzzing around, and some weird smell wafting into my nose. I slowly grabbed the covers and pulled them back... revealing Daddy...

  Lumps stuck out of him...

  Lumps I've now, years later come to conclusion as broken bones..

  His bones protruded through his pale skin... flies crawling into the open flesh from the shards of bone ripping him open inside out.

  The thing that still haunts me today... still makes my skin poke up with goose bumps... still makes me go cold, and pale..m and still makes me nauseated, is that...

  Its that when I flipped over his body... his broken, cold mangled body... when his neck snapped, and his head lulled my way... I saw something so deranged, so disgusting, that every time I close my eyes I see it plain as day...

  My father... my only parent, basically layed shredded right in front of me and his face... oh lord his face... it looked as if someone had... ripped it off... eaten it... I don't know...

  There was no skin on the front of his skull, it was just clotted up, dark scarlet blood.

  His eyes weren't even present, just two empty holes where they used to be... and his mouth... it was just a few teeth, broken... mangled. His nose... it was just the flat bone outline, not even cartilage remained...

  I don't know who had done that to my father... or how... but I do know that every morning when I wake up in his bed, and I go outside... I find the tractor on. Every single morning, it's the same thing.

  In my sleep I can even hear the engine roaring to life, revving up, and it even sounds as if it's right outside my window... I can even see the headlights... but I don't understand why. The garage is all the way on the other side of the farm...

    Name Jax
Age 31
  1987-2018
Cause of death: Unknown
  May he rest in pieces