Jigsaw

Eeeeeh?!

But the first thing I noticed, this isn't a memory I can actually recall... In my heart, however, I truly felt as if it was my memory. Anyway, I looked around, I was in an old home; "Definitely not the café though..." I thought to myself. I shook my head wanting to finish the delicious pie. But it wasn't there anymore... "Damn it." I thought as I stood up. "Now I'm really creeped the fuck out..." I thought. I look behind me and see that now everything around me had been ripped apart... "What the fuck?" I mumbled. I walked around. This looked like my house... But not my house... What is going on? i ran upstairs and began hear like a splashing, squishing sound under my feet after a few steps. I open the first two doors and saw nothing; perfectly clean. Not even thinking of looking under my feet. I went to the last door, opened it and stared in horror at what was laid out in front of me.

It was my father, or a thing that looked like my father among a pile of bodies. That's when it a occurred to me to look down at the ground. Blood. Blood. Blood... Just blood covered the floor. I looked back up and saw my father staring at me with blood covering his mouth. A bloodstained smile spread across his face... "D-dad..."My eyes widened at what I saw, all those bodies.... The blood... I threw up a little bit in my mouth, my eyes tearing up. "Aiden..." He mumbled. He dashes at me and tries to grab me, I move over and kick him over, the rug sloshing with the sound of blood on my boots. He turns and dashes at me again, succeeding this time. My head hits the window I hear glass shatter, my vision blurred as I saw my father grinning; and although blurred I could've sworn that I saw a white flash in his mouth. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.

You don't just say that with a grin on your face! I yelled in my head. I push him away and he slams me back into the window. I feel blood trickling down the back on my neck, "Dad... Stop this... Please.." I beg him. My vision sharpens as I begin to feel adrenaline coursing through out my body I look at the bodies and blood all over the room. If I don't do something, I'll die. I pushed him off with all my strength, I ball my hand into a fist and sock him as hard as I can. He falls back; slightly dazed and I jump out the window from instinct. I feel him staring at the back of the back my neck I could hear the roof tiles moving with my father following after me. I jump off the roof and break my fall rolling on the ground and stumble as I begin running out the front gate and down the street.

My eyesight narrowed as I ran, focusing on one thing and one thing only. RUN! I didn't look back I just ran as hard as a fast as I possibly could. My senses sharpened as I could hear feet behind me. I thought it was my dad but there were more then one set of feet. I didn't know how to count feet. I looked to the right of me, there were people running and hopping from roof to roof. Their eyes laid on me, glowing crimson. I looked to the left, same thing.

Damn it... What in fucks sake is going on?! That was the only thing I could think in my head as I ran. Something grabbed my wrist; causing me to spin around and instinctively kicked whatever had ahold of me, which was a good thing that I did. It was a human hand that had me, the person fell over and let go of my arm. I continued running, my legs burning like crazy; but I knew that I couldn't stop. I knew I'd die if I did. And just as I thought that I was hit over the head. I blacked out.

When I came to, I wasn't on the street; I was in a room breathing hard on a bed with a bandage on my head. "Ooww..." I sat up. "You hit your head... What was that all about? That came out of nowhere." Prescilla mumbled as she watched me, sitting in a chair beside the bed I was laying in. "I don't know really, this is the first time something like this has ever happened to me. You can even ask my stepmother if you don't believe me." I looked at Prescilla, confused. "No. No. I believe you. You wouldn't look that out of it if you had gone through that before. You have quite a punch and kick on you." She chuckled at the phrase. "What's so funny?!" I asked. She shook her head, smiling. "Nothing is wrong, man. Seriously." She leaned back in the chair, grinning. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. Happy that this nightmare was over... for now at least. "So what did you see?" Prescilla asked. "I don't really wanna talk about it." I mumbled and shifted on the bed, the pillow filling my head with a sweet scent. Then I noticed where I really was. I sat up quickly and a shard pain went through my head. "Aaah fuck that hurts... W-where am I?" I asked, holding my head as it felt like it was throbbing. "My house in my room." She answered. I felt my face turning warm to hot. She started to giggle. "That's not funny."