No...

No, just no..

Maybe it wasn't in him...

He never acted like this...

Maybe, he was born this way...

‘‘No! No! let me go you bastard! I hate you!”- Mom screamed.

“Just die already! Die! Die!”- My Dad said as he stabbed my mom.

I just stayed there, scared, paralyzed, emotionless, hiding in a corner. I just felt like it was all just a dream, that nothing of what I was seeing was true, but no, it was all real.

I could see my mom, pale, fighting for survival, all those years, of pain, of fights, of injustice, ended. She just stayed there, watching me, she didn't say were I was, I could see her lips, those red and dried lips saying a gentle goodbye into the dawn of the day.

I wanted to fight, to help, to show myself that I wasnt a coward, that all those years of pain, of bloodlust, had trained me for this but no, it didn't happen. “Just stop!”- I screamed. That was something stupid to do. “Gus? Where are you!?”-Screamed my dad while he was finishing stabbing my mom. I was scared, why? Why did I screamed?! Why?!

He quickly found me. He slowly walked to get to me. I, as a kid, didn't know what to do. I surrendered. I felt how every moment of my life passed trough me, as every morning felt like yesterday. Every memorie of me and my dad, playing, hugging, was just a lie. He grabbed me.

“What where you doing!?”-Asked my dad. I remained silent, I surrendered to him, now he owned me. I was about to die, he wasn't scared or pale, he was even smiling under that layer of blood in his face.

He carried me and then trowed me to the floor next to my mom. I grabbed her hand. It was cold, it was hard. I couldn't feel any emotion, not even a feeling, it was soulless. My dad grabbed the knife that was stabbed in my mothers leg and then he stabbed me. It was painful. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to be someone else. But no. My last breath, my dad, smiling at me, staring at me while he was holding the knife, but I couldn't do anything, so I just said “no” and died...