He's a Killer

come closer - 3

Glossary
- Dreich - used especially to describe the weather, dreary; bleak.

example: "a cold, dreich June morning."

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I woke up to a loud beeping, I reached over to try and hit what ever it was.  After several attempts of turning the alarm off, I opened my eyes to realise I was in a hospital room, a cast wrapped around my leg.

My father, Solevich, sat beside me, I was surprised that he was actually here with me, I never thought he would care enough to come to my own hospital bed.  What made it completely different was his face wasn't taken away by that usual blank expression, instead, a sad, cold face was displayed, his eyes closed.

"D-Dad?"  I spoke, my voice shaking.  His eyes shot open, that sad expression disappeared for a second, then returning again.  He reached over and ruffled my hair.

"Son,"  he said, in a soft tone.  I had never heard him so vulnerable like this before.  What changed?  I didn't dare question it though. Even though something inside me was ecstatic to see that cold look replaced with a new one. I couldn't believe, for the first time in years he treated me like his actual son.

"How long was I out for?" I questioned, confusion lacing my voice.

"Three days, but a lot has happened in that time," his jaw clenched slightly, just enough so it was visible. 

"What do you mean?"  I knew it was nothing good.

"Well-" he began "I'll tell you when we get out of here." I could tell something was wrong, it made me sick to my stomach.

I felt that there was something off, something completely missing.  It kind of felt like a void was left open to whatever was missing.

The breeze softly made its way through the window to my left, I noticed how the sky outside was dull and beckoned me to go outside just to stare at it for eternity.  However, I knew the dreich, cold sky doesn't last forever - and I was in no place to be outside.

I realised - my breath caught in my throat, I felt my throat and eyes become dry as my eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

I felt lost in all the possibilities, what happened to her and why wasn't she here?

"W-where's mum?"  He stopped completely at my words, a void less expression filled his features.

A pause-  silence thickened in the air.

"I'm so sorry son."

I could feel it, then and there, a deep depression fell straight over my body. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach, and I felt numb. My arms and legs tensed as sobs racked through my body, I couldn't even feel the emotion that coursed it's way through my limbs.

I felt genuinely like death itself.

- 2 days later -

I was released from hospital in time for my mother's funeral. After Dad signed forms for me to get released, there was the fifteen minute car ride left over until I was in the comfort of my home.  I could tell Dad was awfully tired, you can't blame him though because he lost his wife and his son was admitted into hospital, in a coma. I couldn't blame him, even after his years of hatred, but I still couldn't seem to find what switched in him for him to treat me properly. All I remember were the homophobic slurs, whilst a beer bottle sat in his hand. Every now and then he would smash the bottle over my head, or punch me. This would occur more then four times a week, my body couldn't bare it all. I would go to school and have to deal with Jason, I couldn't flee all this tyranny, oppression and agony.