There was so much blood.
It was everywhere.
Running down from between my thighs.
Splattered on the walls and furniture.
All on my face and clothes.
Daddy laid limp on the floor with blood sneaking out from his neck.
I didn't know what I was grabbing.
How would I have known he had a gun underneath the couch?
He just kept lying there, I just sat next to him.
Crying.
Not because I killed my father.
But because I was alone again.
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