I knocked once.

No answer.

Another time.

No one came out.

I check my watch.

12:42 PM

I am not very late,

Nor very early.

Was dad still angry with me?

Did he still intend to not let me enter his house?

But he had called me yesterday...

"Dad?"

My hand falls to the doorknob and it...turns.

I stumble back a little, surprised.

I turn it fully and push the door open.

The sight isn't pleasing at all.

My heart drops.

The vases are on the floor.

The curtains are tattered.

The photo frames are shattered.

Shards of glass covered the room.

"Dad? Mom?" I call out, scared to my core.

What had happened here?

But of course, I don't get any answers.

Because then I spot my father.

Pinned to the wall.

Blood staining the wallpapers, turning them crimson.

The rusty nails were visible.

Very visible.

The bag in my hand drops down.

I feel sick from my stomach.

My head aches as if it would burst.

He was my last hope...

And now he is gone too.

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A/n: I am sorry for leaving this hanging, sugars! I had other two pending fanfics and ran into a writer's block in this. Hope you understand and forgive me~~