"You've been Naughty haven't you? Thought I wouldn't have a spare key?"
Suddenly I saw the figure... Through the light of the computer, he had long, messy hair, A large Unshaved beard with a nose which was covered by his mustache....
His whole body was covered in fresh red blood....
He started walking to me with a kitchen knife Screaming and muttering curses under his breath....
I could smell his rotting breath easily....
Suddenly, I felt a cold metal grip my hand....
It was the pistol....
I took it out and pointed it at him being as confident I could ever be....
"YOU MOVE AN INCH FROM THERE I FUCKING SHOOT!"
My Sanity was slipping away from me....
All I cared for was this guy's destruction....
He Yelled with his bad breath...
"Go on Sakura! Go! Kill Your father!"
'Father?.... Was... He.... No! Why would my father do this to me? Of course not! He's playing tricks on me! If I fall into it I'll die...'
"Remember, When I took You to the top of the hill? Remember when I taught you how to swing a bat? Remember when I gave you, Your first kiss? You cannot forget it so easily.... I'm Your father.... Why..... Did you forget me?..."
Tears were pouring down from his cheeks.....
'Fuck! Is he my father? I don't know.... Why would my father call me all those insults? He could never be my father....'
"Come on. Let me give you a hug.... I'm sorry.... All I needed was to get you back.... I etched the white Pineapple into your hand because I thought it'd make you remember something.....please....Sakura.... Please.... I'm not lying... I never meant to..... "
Before I knew..... I had shot him....
Right in his brain.... He lay in the black colored floor.... In a pool of his own blood...
The computer finished copying...
I threw the gun away in disgust and walked through the puddles of blood, Slowly opening the door....
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I had gotten out of his house, thankfully.... He could never be my father... Right?.... He was messing with me... Because he knew....I had lost all my memories....
My.... Father would never insult... Me...
I didn't know what kind of person he was.... But....
'Fuck! I can't get emotional now'
The moon was full and the streets were filled with emptiness... There was only one house on this block and it was his....
The police would never find out his corpse.... People rarely came here....
But still.... 'Who was he? Why don't people walk through these streets? What did he want from me? Why does the name Yuka keep haunting my mind?'
I walked forward through the blind darkness.... No matter what I forgot, I could never forget my home.... I added a bit of optimism....
I walked down the gravely silent streets, which emanated no sound of vehicles or cars....
As I walked, I passed by, markets, shops, huts, villas..... There was no sound coming from anything....
'How can I be so calm? I Just murdered somebody... What's wrong with me?'
I heard Crickets creaking and the Silence almost blinded me....
I was almost half dead when I reached my home....
But something was missing....
Where..... Was my house?
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White Pineapple
Mystery / Thriller"You are not created in the image of God God is created in the image of you" (Trigger Warning for: Rape, Mental illness, Self Destructive behavior and hallucinations)
