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Prolouge- Luke

My Dad was almost never home, he came home at around two in the morning and slept until around five in the afternoon and took off again. He treated my mum like shit and I hated it. My mom lately had started drinking and I knew it would only get worse from there. So when I heard a crash downstairs at two in the morning I figured it was just my dad and didn't bother waking up.
The next morning I woke up and started getting ready I walked down stairs to find my dad slumped on the floor by the bathroom. I ran over to him. I figured he was just drunk, but when I got closer I saw the blood. He had been stabbed. I looked up and saw my mom slumped on her bed, but when I walked up to her she hadn't been stabbed just passed out. I checked to see if she was breathing, nothing. Did she kill my father? Then kill herself? How could she leave me alone at 15? I couldn't bear the thought that I was alone.

That was three years ago, and I never told anybody but the police about it. Nobody ever asked so I never told, not that I really talk anyways. People leave me alone and I leave them alone. Nobody's ever cared enough to well care, maybe I just haven't met that person left