Stitch

Untitled Part 6

I covered my mouth, trying to not make a sound. But then quickly removed it, freaking out that I just touched blood and I got it on my face. "Ew, ew, ew, ew!! Holy fu-dge-err crack-ers. I touched blood!" I whisper screamed, wiping the rest of the wet blood onto my outfit. Who's blood was it though? I quickly crawled to the kitchen entry way, trying to maneuver around the spots of crimson blood. I finally stood up, which led to more coughing. I brought my shirt up, trying to stop the noise. It reeked of blood, causing me to gag. Damn this person, whoever did this is going to pay. All I need to do is to go into the kitchen and find that damn bastard. What if he/she has a weapon? Well, I guess that's kind of a no brainer, since there's someone's blood all over me!! Who's blood is this anyways? I sighed knowing I'd have to go in there sometime soon or else be suffocated. "Okay on a count." I whispered.

"1.....2...3!" I ran into the blood lust room, falling butt first on the floor. My eyes widen as I saw the person. "No, no, this can't be happening!!" I yelled, staggering away from my lifeless father. Blood pooled his icey eyes, as for mine, salty water that started to drain onto my cheeks. He was tied up onto the wooden chair that he'd sit every time he came home. My father was bent over. Blood streaming from almost every part of his body falling onto the redden floor. There was cuts, gashes, bruises, and blood all over him.