Shush Now Peacful Earth

Close One, But Not Lucky

I cant breath I gasp for air violently as I kick and struggle scratching my fathers precious hard wood floors with my boots, not exactly what I thought my predicament would be a belt around the neck more specifically being choked out for being such a 'descrace' to the family. My mother did not try to resist this action she did not stand up for me, i caught a glimpse of her eye for a split second a face, a face of a woman ready to let her own child die to let her highschool sweetheart her husband kill their first child to erase this stain on the future generations. I hear a whisper "this.....this is for the best" as a tear slipped down her powdered cheak. Everything happened so fast I redirected my attention to my pocket to grab the thing the one thing that my father gave me that wasn't spiteful the one thing that saved me from another beating I stabbed jimmy, and now blood soaked my parents feel as though I should be silenced for it, forever to save their own reputations. I grasp and fight as hard as I can to reach my pocket as my fathers steel toe boots dig into my spine I let out a faint screech through my almost collapsed vocal chords its the only sound I've been able to let out for the last minute and a half. I think to myself maybe its better this way ill go to jail for the rest of my life or close to it if I don't die here right now to this vicious and horrific act of sin. Silence begins to stalk the scene as i start to fail to breath I can't breath. I start to slow down I begin to feel weak my arms rest on the floor and the only thing I can think is mom my throat hurts. But I get a sudden quick breath of oxygen as the leather loosens around my neck and I hear a scream "GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM NOW ABIGAL" the boots veer away from my back for a split second. I used that second to grab my valiant blade and sink it deep into the flesh upon the bare wrist of my father I stood up as my father started to shout and scream obscenities which bounced and echoed of the walls of the beautifully wallpapered residence. My father is bleeding, the blood rains out of his arm like a bad storm i hear the trickles of blood tap the floor, i unwrap the belt from around my neck and begin to catch my breath to catch my strength the strength I knew I needed to do what I was about to do to make sure I stayed safe and to ensure the witnesses of an almost terrible and traumatic evnt did aswell. I wrapped the belt several times around my knuckles the belt buckle draped down from my fist, my father knelt down on the floor in front of the fire place screaming in utter terror staring at his wound trying to create some sort of a bandage. I approached him my mother cries and as much of a coward as she was before stood their and watched as now the tables turned as the fires were fed. My father lay screeching as i did minutes ago as the flames slowly melted his flesh quickly clotting the oceans of blood as i beat him with belt buckle tearing giant gaping mounds of flesh from his corpse with every blow i did not stop.....until the bloody inferno was satisfied. My sister had not obeyed their commands and witnessed everything she was 9, a cruel world indeed, a world which was going to get much much darker ironically in the dead of night.....