Dare to Dream

                 Dare to Dream

(Mercy's P.O.V)

It was around Christmas Eve when it happened.

*9 Years Ago*

I had just left my neighbor's house after going Christmas shopping with Mrs. Barker. She parked her Red Honda Civic on the her driveway and yelled 'Merry Christmas' to me.

I walked over to my lawn, holding my hot chocolate in one hand and my parent's gifts on the other.

'I can't wait to see the looks on their face when they see it!"  I thought to myself excitedly.

  I softly knocked on the door four times to let them know it was me. From the window I could see the television showing soap operas while no one was watching.

  I knocked again, this time with more force. About five minutes later, I grew impatient. I turned the golden knob, only to find out it was.... open.

       My parents would never leave the door unlocked.

  I slowly made my way in, putting my parent's gifts underneath the Christmas tree. I stood up and yelled " Mommy! Daddy! I'm home!" My smile soon fades when I heard no response.

  I looked in the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the bathroom, and even the backyard.

    ' Where would they be!' I asked myself nervously as I made my way to there room.

   I heard familiar voices, and suddenly I smiled widely. I ran to the my parent's bedroom, and turned the knob. I swung it open to find my parents laid on the floor with pieces of ropes tied around their hand and feet, and duct tape over their mouths. My smile faded, as confused tears started to brim through.

   " Why are you tied up mommy and daddy?"

   My mother then looked at my way with so much regret and pain that I started to come closer. That was when I felt a rough hand being placed on my bony shoulder.  I looked at the person and saw a middle-aged man with hazel eyes and a wicked smile. I then looked at my daddy and asked the man, " Did you do this to them?"

   He smiled and whispered in my ear, " Well, this is what they get for stealing something very special to me."

   I looked at him with worried eys and turned back to my parents. The man walked over to my father and teared the gray duck tape off of his mouth. My father yelped in pain, his lips cracking from the dryness in the air. " You may want to look away from this, darlin'," the man winked at me.

  My father looked at me as if I were the last thing he'll ever see. Tears rolled down his cheek and I started to ran towards him. I didn't want to see him in pain. I want to see him happy.

But before I could lay a hand on him, I heard a sound I thought I would never forget.

   A knife piercing through the sound of flesh.

     My eyes widened as I looked down to see my own father chocking on his own pool of crimson blood. He exhaustively looked at my mother, then at me again, then, in an inaudible voice, he said, " I'm sorry." Then he closed his bright eyes.

  My mother sobbed and sobbed through the duct tape until she passed out from dehydration. A few tears escaped my eyes at seeing the sight in front of me.

   

The middle-aged man wiped the blood of my father that was on his hands on our carpet and went over to my mother, who has barely woken up, and stabbed her left thigh. She grimaced in pain, while tears falling down her beautiful cheeks. The man started kicking her stomach and knelt down to carved on her skin.