Dimension X

T W E L V E

My eyes loose all faith in my father. He looks as insane as his voice sounded. I don't really know how to describe it but... He is a mad person. How do you describe something like that? It might have been the beard or maybe the pure crazy that flashed through his eyes. Just standing a few feet away unnerved me. Grey grabbed my arm to pull me back away from the crazy man that one had a family. He once had something to anchor him to sanity. Now that was gone. All that came from their deaths was more deaths. Deaths of more loved ones.

"I'm leaving." Sadie says in disgust.

"Grey go with her please." I whisper to him.

"But-"

"Luca can stay."

"But-" Sadie and Grey say in sync.

"Go away!" I yell and they both rush down the hall.

Slowly and cautiously I approach my caged father. His eyes lock on me. I see a flash of hatred go through his eyes and he snarls at me. He is like a real life animal man.

"Leave me alone" He collapses on the floor whining. I have no idea what to do.

I watch him shake, cry, scream and cut himself for the next few minutes. Slowly I fall to the ground beside him. Carefully I place both hands on the bars. His eyes instantly lock on them. He jumps at them, sliding his bony fingers around my wrist.

"Stop!" I scream as he begins to bang me against the bars. Another jerk of my arm sends a shooting pain through my whole body.

Luca is taken aback but instantly starts trying pull my arm back. He pulls a knife out of nowhere and begins cutting at my fathers hand. The knife doesn't seem to faze him as he just keeps yanking.

"Let go!" I scream as my head hits the bar hard enough to make me black out. I am back after maybe ten seconds. Maybe a little bit more. "Let go of me!"

"Sky what is wrong?!" I hear my sisters voice. Their feet pound back this way.

My father keeps yanking at my arm. He mumbles inaudible nonsense. Luca keeps stabbing at any body part in reach of his blade.

"Let her go!" Luca yells.

He gets one good swing and all together I see my fathers hand on the floor. The sickening sight fueled my love for my father. I do not know how to explain it. This whole thing made me want to talk to him more. My father had always needed help. My mother and I tried to keep him grounded. I did everything for him. Now I needed to help him.

I reach through the bars and grab his face, "What are you mumbling about?"

"I didn't mean it!" He cries out and begins shaking. "I had to kill her! The angels made me!"

"Why would they do that?"

"Because of the demon!"

"What demon?"

"You." His voice sounds frightened beyond imagination. His eyes are full of fear as they lock on mine. "Stay away from me!"

"I am not a demon. I am your daughter."

"But where do you think the voice comes from. Where do they come from?!"

"They?"

"Yes."

"I do not understand."

"Take me home!" My father yells into the air. He is not talking to any of the people in front of him. I can see it in his eyes. "I have been faithful to the last!"

The nerve of him!

'Him' is my father thank you very much!

Whatever.