Butterfly (kian Fanfic)

Chp 1 Life story

When I was a young child, my mother always told me, when I'm sad and the days are blue lift your chin up high and imagine you're like a butterfly, lift your wings and fly. 'Hm' well I guess I was young and I didn't understand what this world was really like. I wonder what she would of said when I was standing beside her grave. Maybe she would have said, forgive and forget. But I'll never forgive that evil man, the man who was meant to be there while she was dying. My father, a wretched old man, he let her die. He let her go, he gave up hope. And now she's gone.

After my mother's funeral, my father was never the same. He started to become uneasy, he began to walk up and down the halls at night smashing his head against the wall till his face was covered in blood, many times he become unconscious and many I had to take him to the hospital. I told my father that if he didn't stop I would leave too just like my mom and I wouldn't come back. As a result my father turned to drinking. Most nights he would drink till midnight, where he would pass out cold on the sofa. His breathe always smelt of alcohol, I eventually got sick of it and tipped all his bottles of fresh beer down the drain. That night he became furious screaming at the top of his lungs for his beer, he looked at me with anger, he went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the draw. I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and locked it, pushing a chair and my desk against the door. But it wasn't as I thought it would be. The house was silent and I didn't understand what was happening, the silence started to consume me and I began to become frightened.

A few hours later it was 12:30am. I slowly and quietly, gently pulled my desks and chairs away from the door, trying to be as silent as possible. I creeped the door slowly open, and shoved myself through the little gap I had made, I was frightened my door would creak and I would startle my dad. I was afraid he might come rushing at me at any moment with the knife he had grabbed concealed. I began to walk steadily across the wooden flooring, edging closer to living room. Each step I took was like walking into a death trap. I could see the couch ahead of me, I was reading myself to bolt behind the couch, but the next step I took didn't feel right. I felt a wet sensation creeping at the bottom of my foot. I stepped away, must have just been a pool of dads secret stash. It was dark but I could make out everything surrounding me, I decided it was best to sneak behind the couch. When I had reached my destination, I could smell something. It didn't smell right and it definitely wasn't the smell of alcohol. It was coming from the next door room of the front door. I creaked the door open slightly to see what it was. The stench was unbearably strong, as I eased the door, I could see a figure lying in the corner.

I grabbed whatever was closet to me, which happened to be a golf club, and slowly started to tiptoe forward. For some reason at that moment I wasn't afraid, I didn't feel fear. I turned on the lamp that was midway between me and the figure, holding the gulf club at my ready. But it was just dad, all I could see was his back, he was pale and unsteady. I saw a knife stabbed in the wall above him with a red substance dripping from it. It was BLOOD!!! I turned my father on his back and immediately checked for a pulse, he was breathing, but barely. Blood was splattered all over his arm. At that point I realised my father had tried to commit suicide. I ran to the kitchen and began dialling the ambulance, but the line was cut on the phone. My father clearly didn't want help. I rushed back to my room and rummaged through my draw to find my car keys. I rushed back to the study room where my dad was lying. I knew he didn't want to move, so I dragged him, he tried to tug his hand away but he was too weak.

I dragged him into the garage and let him lay on floor while I unlocked the car door. I pushed him and urged him into the back of the car. He was losing blood fast and I had no time to lose. I sprinted to the driver's seat. Buckled my seatbelt, unlocked the garage door. I was becoming reckless. As we exited the drive way I almost ran over a cat, but at least it got out of the way. I was soon on the road, on my to the hospital with my father.