(note: Disturbing and sensitive topics in this chapter)
Owen picked up the knife, he looked into the silver blade, his reflection staring back at him. He then looked at Dominick, "I'll get you some bread, okay? I don't want you to spoil your supper."
"Okay!" The young boy replied. Owen grabbed the bread next to him, he cut off a piece from the soft loaf. He handed the piece to his son. "Thank you daddy!" Owen washed the knife off in the sink, and went into his room, still holding the knife.
Later that night after the family ate supper, Owen was in his dark room. He was sitting on his bed, staring at the knife that now dripped with his blood. The red liquid was warm as it fell down his shoulders, onto the white sheets below. He heard a knock at the door.
"Owen? Are you in there?" He heard his wife's soft voice ask, "I came home early..." She opened the door and gasped, seeing her husband sitting on the bed, self inflicted wounds in his shoulders. He looked at her with tearful eyes.
"What's wrong with me...?" He questioned Ariana with a strained, tired voice. She just stared at him in horror as he cried on the bed...
YOU ARE READING
(REWRITING) Fallen Angels
ParanormalMelody has known Vincent for as long as she remembers, but she barely knows anything about him. When Melody finally gets a glimpse into his life, what she finds is horrifying. It all goes downhill from there. With the help of her friends, can she po...
