This is the what you call a prologue ,huh? What do you expect me to say? Express what a horror am living in or in fact just stay silent because that itself is my horror. Yes. Silence. My father's tool to all. Now that this is mentioned isn't death silent? Doesn't it come just suddenly without a sound? You don't speak to death do you? Nor does death share a conversation with you on a daily basis. Funny how but my father shares lots of characteristics with "death" itself. Is he the grim-reaper? No. I assume, he is one who made a contract with the grim-reaper way earlier than the assigned time. He wanted to end his life at the spot yet continue living. Yes, he is a guy that lives in contradictions that sort of even confuse me. They thrush me into a dilemma I don't even understand. So to simply explain what sort of a guy my father is, that would take years of endless conversations or in terms of books lots of chapters. I want to let the world know that if a guy never wanted to start a family initially, never force him to. That would really result into a broken family ruled by a broken person. That wouldn't work out now, would it. Anyways, I'd want you to read further and know more about this situation I've been put in, as am but a piece of chess manipulated by the main player,my father. I am as what I would put it the person who indirectly views the pain of my family through a third point of view perspective. I shall refer to myself as such throughout. Since even if am there, I always felt a sense of detachment but always seen the misery right infront of my eyes.
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Alive Died
Mystery / ThrillerHe returned every night to a place he was supposed to call "home". "A home? Family? Do I even have that?" that guy would subtly stare at the apartment's door and wonder. If you rummaged into his soul you'd find a horrifying emptiness and severe gla...