Chapter 2 - Scarlet Tears

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- The fun shall begin... -

The school day seemed to pass much quicker than usual. Most of our classes were free, due to it being our last day.
Not that I'm complaining.
I skipped out of the school, trying with all my mite not to burst into song, feeling the joy of leaving hell rise up inside me. I didn't bother to plug in my earphones. I was too busy playing songs on repeat in my head mentally. I thought about what I would pack for Jess'. I then thought about what dad was making for tea tonight.

It took me a little longer than usual to get home. The streets were packed with kids around my age, screaming, laughing... all the things I would dread to do in public.
I entered the house and slammed the door behind me.
"Dad, I'm back from hell! Did ya miss me?" I shouted through the house, eagerly waiting for his humorous reply.

There was silence.

I wandered round the house, looking for him. Could he be at work? No. He's still off for another 2 months... Maybe he's gone to the shops? I tried to imagine my dad leave the house to only get a few things.
Definitely not.
I tiptoed into my dad's bedroom. I felt my heart stop on the spot.
There I saw... slumped on the floor... my fathers lifeless body, blood seeping from a wound on his neck.
I felt my whole body tremble and ache as I inched closer to him. Tears welled in my eyes as I whispered to him, my mouth dry.
"..D-Dad?" I felt tears beginning to roll down my cheeks, my eyes wide with fear and shock.
"W-wake up... p-please... PLEASE!" I cried out.

But there was no answer.

I cried into his blood stained shirt.
"GET UP! WAKE UP DAD!" I cried repeatedly.
I eventually pulled away, staring at the corpse I called my dad.
I couldn't bare to look at him any longer. What was I supposed to do now?
I had no more family.
I couldn't tell Jess.
I knew that there was one thing I could do.
So I did it.
Clutching my school bag, I ran down the stairs and throughout the streets.
My life had officially changed.

- See? Happiness does not exist -

To be continued...

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