You know that feeling...
the feeling you get when you know something's wrong.
Yeah, that one.
That's the exact feeling that I felt
when I was 6 years old and my father promised to take me fishing.
He woke me up really early in the morning
and told me that we were gonna have a fun day.
I got in the back seat of the car
and there was my mom, sitting, tied up.
I asked my dad why she was there.
He smiled and told me not to worry
and that if we brought her this time,
we would never have to bring her again.
My dad allowed me to do something I had never done before then.
He let me sit in the front seat with him.
I securely fastened my seat belt and we left.
We arrived at the edge of a forest
and dad told me to get out of the car.
I got out as my dad helped my mom out
and we all entered the forest as a family.
We walked a while and came upon a clearing,
being the kid I was, I ran all around this open field.
When I came back, my dad had my mom in his arms,
he was hugging her tightly, lovingly.
That's when it hit me. The feeling.
I can't tell you why it took me so long
and I also can't say how such a horrific thing could sprout up in my mind.
I started crying then and hugged my mom.
I didn't want to ever let go.
My dad grabbed her away from me
as I was still crying.
She looked at me with fear in her eyes
and I had a pretty good idea of what would happen.
To my surprise my father told me to get the fishing gear.
He told me to keep walking, so I did.
Soon enough we came upon a rushing river
and I could see the top of a waterfall not far away,
the roaring waters crashing down.
My dad took out a fishing pole
and then he unsheathed a knife.
It was for the fish, he reassured me
but I knew exactly what it would be for.
As my father cast a line out,
he told me that I could hold the fishing pole.
So I did and I was waiting for the tug of a fish.
As I waited for a fish to catch my line,
my dad was pushing my mom to the edge of the river.
Only at the last second did I see my dad kiss my mom
and then push her into the water...
I couldn't control myself then.
I instantly reached for the knife
and approached my father as he looked down the river.
As he turned towards me with a sick smile on his face...
I shoved the knife deep into his stomach.
He stared at me with disbelief.
This was the right thing to do, I know it.
My father then looked enraged and grabbed me.
He then threw himself into the river,
taking me with him as he did.
Those moments were spent choking on water.
The last thing I remember was falling face first
straight down to the rocky bottom of the waterfall.
I am now writing this as a troubled spirit
but know that if you're reading this, you've set me free
because all I wanted was for someone to know,
someone to hear what had happened firsthand.
I can now rest in peace.
