Day Break ( Completed )

Chapter 24 - The Hidden Gun

   OK guys, so, I am going to warn you. This chapter gets deep into Faiths background and her family. So warning, if you do not like gore ( Smut ) and sexual references then please be prepared  for what you are about to read.

Years before todays current events

   I am waiting. standing in my room, passing. My father is screaming at mom. He's running to the garage. This I know. He has come back inside, I can hear the click of the door. Or is that, No, It's not his gun. It can't be. I walked out of the room. He had it. It was pointed at his head. He and ma' where outside. She was crying, pleading, for him not to pull the trigger. I watched. I didn't feel anything, No worry, No doubt, I wasn't even scared. I watched him. I watched him kick my mother down to the ground. I felt fine. He made her watch, I watched too. He pulled the trigger, and then there was the thud. His body hit the ground. My mother could now see me. She could see that I had watched. I wasn't scared. I walked over to her, helped her up, and grabbed the gun. My mother screamed for me to put it down, just because he had just held it, But I walked away with it. I walked into my room. I threw the gun on my bed and I smiled. I knew he was gone, but I had never noticed his presence. He was like a fly on the wall. He observed and critiqued my family. Now all was quite and I was happy. My mother was scared and sad. My brother was outside now, taking it all in. I was here, in my room. Enjoying his death. Now I didn't have to kill him. The deed was done. All was well.

   The second thud. Sooner than expected. I had witnessed it too. My brother. He was gone too now. He had argued with my mother about dad, why he was gone, and how we hadn't told anybody. He was yelling about me. About how I was careless, how if anybody I knew died, I wouldn't care. He would yell about hating us, because we didn't help. Because ever since dad died, mom had become a whore. Sleeping, And having Sex with every man she met. Her new boyfriend was over during the second thud. He had heard everything. All about dad, his body being in the river in the backyard, How I was a  , And all about moms scandals. He used the same gun I witnessed used before. My mother once again saw me after the thud. I walked over, picked up the gun, and walked back to my bedroom. But before I walked in, I looked at my mother, who was sobbing next to my brothers body, Then the man who was staring at the gun in my hand. He gestured to drop it. I dropped it where he had motioned. In the heart. I dropped a bullet through his chest and he fell to the ground. My mother screamed in horror at me and I walked into my room. I was happy again. No more trouble. My brother was gone, and so was the man. All was well.

   A year passed, I had never had any other casualties happen in my house since. I still had the gun. I still had the cruel heart. Then, I died. But I am back now. I am the reason why this has all happened. I am the reason they are coming. I am the lost one, and now, I am the mystery.