Dad?

I walked into the house as usual. It was very quiet for an afternoon. Usually you can smell the lunch my mom is making from the front door. Today I smell nothing. My brother would usually lie in front of the television. The living room is quiet as well, the couch is empty.

I slowly walk up the stairs to my brother's room and with every step the floorboards underneatth me noan as if they are carrying the weight of the world. I find my brother's room empty and my mom's as well.

When I walk past the barhroom I hear a moan that's crying for help. My heart beats beats up as I slowly turn back to the bathroom. What I find there is terrifying. My little brother bruised and swollen. There could have been much more life left in him.

" Jack! How the?" The words just couldn't come. All that Jackson can get out is: " Mum. Kitchen." It was barely hearable, but for me it was enough.

In a daze stumbled downstairs to the kitchen. I wasn't quite prepared for what was behind the kitchen door. On the counter laid my mum. I was terrified. Her eyes drained from all the life that were in them once. As white as a ghost. I touched her hand only to find it ice cold.

Then and there I collapsed the floor and started crying. I screamed until my throat was raw and my voice hoarse.

I suddenly stopped when I saw a pair of legs standing in front of me. I looked up. " Hey there Sweetheart! Do you remember me? It's me, your dad." The look of insanity on his face gave me chills running down my spine. I answered hesitantly: "Yes... what are you doing here?" " I came to save all of you from your misery." With that he pulled out two guns. He ain't wanna to me and held the other against his own head.

" Close your eyes Sweetheart."

"Dad?", was always managed to say before...