Father.
The voice pierced into the sister's being, "THE LAST THING THE BROTHER SAW OF HER WERE HER BLUE EYES TURNING DARK."
No. My father could not have done this. It is not possible even in this hellish reality.
"YEARS AGO, MY SISTER GAVE HER LIFE TO TREAT HER PATIENTS. THE PEOPLE WHO WOULD HAVE DIED ANYWAYS. THOSE PATIENTS TOOK MY SISTER'S LIFE AND LEFT MINE AS A CURSE."
No. My father cannot be a murderer. He is a doctor! He is a healer, not a killer!
"SO IT IS ONLY FAIR THAT THOSE PATIENTS WHO TOOK HER LIFE LOSE THEIR OWN TOO, RIGHT?"
Oh no...
"I ONLY TOOK CARE OF THAT." my father smiled, knife in hand.
My father is a murderer. I couldn't breathe.
My throat was closing up. The smell. There was a smell in the air. It's sweet. Hm. My head. I'm dizzy. Hmm.
The sister saw me crash to the floor unconscious, right before she followed.
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Striking Blue
Mystery / ThrillerNot only a story of a girl fighting through her reality but also a realization that most of us, if not all, would go through heaven and hell...for mystery, for solutions...and most importantly for the ones that we love. She lost her best friend to a...
