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On a seemingly cold and calm evening, when the vast oblivion fully embraced the blue sky, a scoundrel barged in our home. I, on the other hand, am aware of the happenings but decided not to tell everyone for I assume that he's after the money. Every betiding assumptions lingering inside my head are smothered. He's worse. Worst if you'll imagine him lined up with the psychopaths of history. He bears no mercy and is devoured by the enormity of the hatred he kept a long time ago. Perhaps his mind is a dilapidated one. Perhaps he was once a good man hoping for a change in this world full of despair. Or perhaps it was his true nature. 

I witnessed how he released his wanton personality. How he sliced the remaining flesh of my parents' body until they were no more to be identified. I can dig up the fresh memories and rekindle the agonizing moment. I can still hear the voices on that particular night, the pleadings, sound of flesh being cut, the groans because of unbearable pain brought by the unknown entity. The tears dwelling in my eye came down like a river while the memoirs are relived. 

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"Please let us live" my father begged profusely with his minuscule speck of light that serves as his hope evident in his hazel brown eyes. 

 "For the sake of our son, please just leave us alone!" My mother exclaimed at the top of her lungs albeit she has no more capability to do so because of her energy slowly drifting away. 

And that marked their death. The murderer pulled the trigger of his caliber right on my mother's head. As if not satisfied yet, he took his dagger and made multiple cuts on my mother's angelic face. The bleeding flesh and the rushing crimson blood, somehow, in an inexplicable way, fulfilled my satisfaction. The metallic taste of the red thing makes an oddly sweet dish laid on my tongue. Why do I feel this way? 

"Just let my son live. Run... my son" my father's last words froze my faltering joyful world. He gave up but at least, for the last moment, he selflessly mind my feeble state. From a cold, hard stone to a kind, warm tree. It brought a new feeling for me. A prick in my heart. He became a person I never thought he'd be. A father. 

My parents... soaked in their own pool of blood. Murdered by an entity I never knew existed. The murderer ran with his tears rushing down his face. Why's he crying? Shouldn't a man like him doesn't feel remorse? He came to a halt in front of a mirror. 'Here it is', I thought, 'he'll finally take off the mask and I'll be able to see him' Everything was revealed when the mask is now lying on the floor. I was shocked by the identity of his. My right eye twitch at the revelation in front of me. This is why the murderer's crying. Why he felt remorse so suddenly. Because the murderer... was me.  

By NomdePlume