THERE WILL BE GORE , AND SUICIDE IN THIS CHAPTER ! PLEASE CLICK OFF NOW IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE .
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED .
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Harry had been one for nightmares . There hadn't been a time where he didn't wake up with tears streaming down his face .
whenever he slams his head down onto his pillow
he remembers the same vision . A brutal memory it
was .
his parents laying on the ground
Blood painted the walls in messy strokes, the feathered splatter of arterial spray.
It dripped down the walls, pooling darkly into the carpet. As he approached the scene, the floor made a damp squelch noise, like water being pressed from a damp sponge, and viscous crimson liquid welled up warmly between his toes,
staining the skin.
It was a grisly sight . He shivers and trembles down onto his knees remembering it.
his mother lay against the wall.
a very visceral scene it was.
all he wishes for ;; is to forget it. ;; he remembers everything as if it had happened yesterday .
holding his father in his arms ;; the foul smell of rot clogged his nostrils . .
his face was filled with horror . you could only see the white in his eyes .
the feeling of his father intestines wrapped around his hands . long sausage like clammy organs at his fingertips .
it was surely disgusting . he can still smell the rotten bodies . he could still see the blood . He can still hear the bloody screams .
he felt faint in that particular moment . his hands felt clammy .
his face flooded with his own tears as he felt like he was drowning . Suffocating even..
The long intestines oozing on his hands . His fathers face was pale and cold . Showered in his own blood.
His mother had a face of a scream.
She looked so uncomfortable in that position . She was terribly cold . Colder than ice . Her body smelled foul .
He hears loud thuds . The splatter of blood haunts his eyes .
" Mom..? Dad..? "
he whispered with guilt in his voice.
Staring at a nearby knife . Splattered with blood.
" Whoever did this .. will go through regret .. "
He said with a stern monotone voice .
Standing up he let the red liquid drip down his clothes . Soaking into the carpet.
He walked closer to the knife . Gripping it tightly . Before heading into his room..
Years later he had been looking for the murderer . He had been in foster care for quite a bit.
Eventually his aunt found out , taking him in as her own .
