Children of a Murderer

𝓣𝓦𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓨 𝓢𝓘𝓧 - 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓐𝓜

Cassidy's death was like every other death, yet for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Everywhere I went, her black pigtails and screams were there. It was bothering me. It was consuming me. I needed to figure out how to end it.

I needed something to focus on. 

Only one problem. The house was chaos.

Evan was screaming crying like a banshee, Michael was yelling at him, and Elizabeth was trying to break them up. Oh Clara, why couldn't you be here to help?

I knew better than to ask my dead wife, but ever since Cassidy's brutal murder (might I say), I see her everywhere. She's walking alongside me or in the kitchen cleaning, smiling, sometimes laughing at our children. She answers me sometimes. I'm sure I'm slowly going insane, but I really want her here. I know she does too. She tells me she does.

"Daddy, can you please get Micheal to stop?" Elizabeth asked, bringing me back to the house filled with annoyances that I created.

"Fine," I mumbled. I walked over to my two sons, Micheal immediately stopped yelling and Evan cried quieter. 

"I didn't hear you enter the room, Dad," Michael said.

"You didn't hear me enter because you were fucking yelling as if you're a spoiled brat!" I snapped. "Go to your room, Michael."

"But-"

Slap.

I saw was the same blue eyes as my own except they were reflecting myself.

"Do not talk back to me, you little shit," I said. "Go to your fucking room. Or do I need to repeat it one more time?"

Michael placed his hand over his red cheek. "Yes.." he said, his voice mumbled.

"Yes what?" I snapped.

"Yes, Dad."

I watched as Micheal walked off to  his room. I left Evan, he was useless when he was crying. I walked into the living room and took a seat.

"William."

There she was.

Her long red hair was curled, her makeup impeccable. She was wearing a white dress, she always was an angel. Her green eyes were unmistakable, I saw them everyday with Elizabeth. My Clara was back. She was speaking to me again.

"Why would you hit our son?" she asked, her voice was as soft as I remembered.

"Michael deserved to get some sense knocked into him," I rolled my eyes. "He hasn't left Evan alone for a moment and the constant crying is getting on my last fucking nerve."

Clara frowned at my answer. "Will," she warned. "You shouldn't hit our children."

I laughed. It was a shallow laugh, but one that could lighten up a room if you didn't pay enough attention to it. "You always believed in gentle parenting," I said, laying back in the chair more.

"Because then our children would have been sweet kids," she said. It went quiet. "I don't like that you hit our child."

"Dear, he's not a child anymore," I spat. "He's almost fourteen, at this rate he's being trusted to start the driving process. I will not tolerate little kid behavior."

"Will, he only acts like that because his father acts like that."

I stopped being amused. I sat upright. I met my wife's eyes as she stared back into mine, fearless. Of course she's fearless, she's dead. 

"Quit coming to see me."

Now Clara looked hurt. She looked scared, afraid of me. 

Just like it used to be. 

"William, you don't just get to say I'm not visiting you," Clara said. 

"You chose your death. You wanted to get away from me, right?" I snapped. She was quiet. "So why the fuck do I still see you? Just go away!"

"I chose the death because I would have died either way!" she yelled. "At least this way I get to still see you, still be in your life! You're my husband, it's about time you act like it!" 

"I was your husband."

Silence.

"I did this for us, can't you see?" Clara sobbed. "I did it so our kids wouldn't have an absent mother. So they wouldn't resent me. At least this way they know what happened to me."

"What are you saying, Clara?" I asked.

"You know exactly what I'm saying," she choked out. 

More silence.

"Just go, Clara," I muttered. I was annoyed. She came to me only to cry, and I'm most likely hallucinating her. 

She sniffled. "Did you even love me?"

My eyes dropped to the ground.

"No."

She disappeared. I only knew because I didn't hear sobbing anymore. I sat back in the chair, barely holding myself together. I wasn;t going to cry, I never cried. I was making sure I wouldn't go and cut myself.

Girls weren't worth your time, love wasn't worth your time.

But it used to be worth mine. And look at where that got me.

Advice: Don't fall in love.

SOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSO SORRY THAT I WASNT ABLE TO POST

so funny story

i had a death in the family + funeral + demotivation + just got back from a summer camp

so i hope u guys forgive me 

anyways

there was a furry at our camp (no hate but that scared me)

DRINK WATER AND EAT FOOD

luv u guys

-bee ;)