Feelings I Can't Feel

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It happened seven days ago. I unlocked the door wondering when my life would be interesting because I'm a normal person.

"I'm home... Father?" I say. I start to get worried as Father usually stops everything he's doing to see me.

"Father, where are you? " I grab my phone out of my backpack. Pick up, please pick up.

(*beep* You have reach Ed I can't come to the phone right now but be sure to leave a message *beep*)

"Where could you be, no phone and you can't hear me," I think for a place where this fits. "His study."
I run upstairs to the second floor bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. I pull the shaving cream down. Father told me that I should not go in there, but I'm... not scared? I just miss him. The wall moves side to side and I run down the hall and open his study room doors.
I see broken swords and damaged floor boards. There is blood splattered across the floor and walls. I can't move. The thought makes me shiver. Why am I not crying? The memories of him start to blur.

"911 ,what is the state of you emergency?"

"2580 gulf street." I say with no conciseness.
"What is the problem? Ma'am are you okay? Is someone injured?" Blackness. I fainted. He is gone. I'm alone.

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