A cold chill traveled through out my body. The sight of the blood dripping off of the counter did not phase me one bit, it was the idea behind it and the person. The disturbing image of my mom looking at me with dialated light brown eyes walking out the kitchen door into the rain. "Shoud I follow? Should I see if she's okay? Should I give her space?" It seemed like I didn't know what to make of this predicament. Hearing the backdoor, slam I ran into the livingroom. My father was weilding one of his newly created blades. It's was what appeared to be a sharraded katana, jagged along the edges. My father had a cold look in his eyes. The kind of eyes intent to kill. I was frozen. In and instant everything in my world seemed to upturn. Mike was set behind him growling. I was like an evil presence. My dad had always gotten along a little difficultly, but never to this point. His turquoise eyes glared down at me. We were at a stand off. Then unexpectantly Mike lept up attacking my father. I took the chance to run then fled. ((still writing))
[c0nF!d3nT!4l] · Mon Jul 30, 2007 @ 07:27pm · 0 Comments |