All I saw was red. The couch. The walls. One of the only things not red was my lunch, that didn't look very appetizing anymore... Haha... I look over and see my dads phone... With the screen frozen on 911...
I don't dare walk inside... I'm stuck at the door... On the back of the couch is my fathers head, dismembered from his body. A look of pure terror.
I turn around and run straight to Michael's house. His mom answers. "M-my d-dad is dead. Please c-call the p-police." Is all I got out before passing out on their front steps...
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Let's Paint a Picture (The Bloody Painter)
FanfictionJust read it to find out please (I don't own The bloody painter or the cover art) it may stop at times. Sorry.