When I was in the bathroom, there was this guy whom I met before. I do not know his name. His face is suspicious. He has brown complexion, quite chinky eyes, and long beard on his chin. He was waiting for me outside the door of the bathroom. He offered me a dagger and told me to stab my father with it. Without any doubt, I went to his room and saw him sitting down near the door. As he looked up at me, a crime happened.
I just killed my father with Prince Caspian’s dagger. I stabbed him four times. First on the diaphragm because I thought it was nearest to the heart. I told myself, “No, it is too far from the heart. The dagger cannot reach it”. I removed the dagger from that part and stabbed it at the centre, but it was the breast bone. It was hard that the dagger cannot push thru. The third stab was at the first space of the rib cage. My father was already bleeding so much. He was breathing hard trying to survive. I told him pitifully, “Stop fighting for your life, papa”. He stopped breathing hard as I stabbed the dagger for the last time on the third space of the rib cage. I felt his heart beating slower and slower until it stopped. I cried and cried and shouted to his ear, “Sorry papa!! I love you. I love you. I love you!” We looked at each other and I saw his lips utter the words “I love you”. My tear dropped on it as he took his last breath. His eyes closed as I whispered, “May you rest in peace”.
I bowed my head and thought if I had regretted this very moment. I stood up. Walking back and forth thinking what I must do with his body, what I must say to people why he has passed away. As I look at his body lying on the floor, I keep thinking if he would rest in peace knowing he has not acquired justice. I could not blame anyone but myself. Then I woke up.
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I just realized I was using Prince Caspian’s dagger. I wish I clicked the button using the sands of time to return back in time and not receive the dagger. I would have woken up satisfied, not crying.
