Today was saturday and I just locked up myself in my room. I felt sick and needed someone to talk to. But unfortunately, no one is online and i went downstairs because i was hungry.
Then I found my father unconscious on the living room.
There was a stab wound on his torso.
Obviously he was dead.
Somehow, I felt happy for a second but then, I felt a tinge of sadness.
I cried then I got over it and went to my room and got my belongings and I went to my friend's house.
Once I was there, they questioned me why I brought my belongings, but then they accepted me because I didn't know my mom was close to my friend's mom
then I lived there happily with my new family.
