"No daddy. Please dont go. Please."
I choke out. My father a muscular man continues walking on. He never really stayed at home. And when he was he mad. He always smelled bad. But I never really cared. I grab his leg.
"Did I do something wrong?"
He picks up his leg and walks on. After three steps he kicks me off. "Now you listen here Scarlet. You start behaving right now. Im leaving and thats it."
I reach out for his leg again but he is no longer there. I grab the air. Turning around I see my mother. She's standing and sobbing her hair is a dark shade of brown almost black as my own. She looks like a raving lunatic. Someone who is locked up in an institution.
"I love you sweetie you know that."
She reaches out her hands. Her eyes darting all around before settling on me. She looks at me. Her eyes crazed and blood red. Pupils dilated. She smells just like daddy.
As she reaches her hands out i go towards her to hug her but she doesn't reach out to hug. She reaches out and points something at me. I look into the hole aimed at me. Im only 4 but I know what that is. I start moving out of the way.
Everything goes so fast. Almost like a TV on fast forward only faster. A shot rings out in the otherwise quiet night. Pain soars through my body starting at my shoulder. Coursing through each inch of my body. My vision swims as I look at my mother with tears in my eyes. Her crazed eyes are closed as she cooks the gun again and aims it at herself.
CLICK. BANG.
Blood splatters against the brown wall. Mommy lays still on the ground. Blood spills over her head. But thats not all. So does weird pinkish grayish colored stuff. I place pressure on my opposite arm. I try to get to her but I can't go very far.
"Mommy. Mommy wake up. MOMMY. PLEASE WAKE UP."
Laying helpless I call out to her. I cry louder and louder. Even as people come in and carry me and mommy out.
"Please wake mommy up. Please."
I cry until I can't cry anymore and my head hurts along with my throat.
The sirens sounds louder and louder.
"Mommy. I love you too. Know you love me..."
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Help Me God
SpiritualTim walked out of his family of a 4 year old and his loving wife. Kaylee, distraught over the loss of her husband shot her child and then herself. I am that 4 year old. Or used to be anyways. It has been 11 years since then and i have since been pla...
