"Raiden Raiden" - his mother call
I slowly open my eye.
The warm, golden sunlight of the sun. It's so sweet.
My body feel.....normal, didn't I just got shot.
"What happen last night." - I ask my mother
"Nothing." - she reply
"Didn't....you shot me?"
"It must've been a dream." - she reply softly
A scent of beefy stew fill the air. The golden ray of sunlight shrine through the mirror. The sound of laughter fill the atmosphere.
I grab my spoon and a ceramic plate from the drawer.
I look at my hand. It's smooth.
I rush to the bedroom to call my dad.
The last 5 years must have only been a nightmare. It is just a dream.
"Dad dad" I call him.
"I'll go in 5 minutes" he reply
*ring*
I head around doorbell from my front door. I rush to go open the door.
On my porch, stand 5 familiar faces wearing a monocle. Their arm covers in black smoke.
They push me aside, slamming me into the corner of a living room.
They rush to the pot, shoving my mom into the bathroom. Her head hit the wall followed by a scream and blood start to pool from her head.
My leg feel heavy.....my head feel heavy and my vision become blurry.
Those guys devour the stew like they've never eat before.
Then they turn their head and stare at me like I'm their prey.
I wanna cry but it feel like all my tear have been drained.
My vision went blank.
The only thing I sense is the sound of them slamming the plate on the ground.
Then it's become silent.
The feeling....it's suffocating.
After what feel like an eternity, I open my eyes again.
I scent blood on the ground.
I see a my mom lying on the ground quietly, the bathroom is wreak. The ceramic pieces are spread on the ground.
I have to run.
I try to run but....I can't move. My leg don't move. I try again but nothing changes. I stuck to the ground soaking in blood.
"Goodbye, rest in peace." I whisper to her eye.
I slowly crawl out of the bathroom.
I try to call for help. I try to scream but no one answer.
I crawl to the bedroom, leaving a trail of blood behind.
I see my brothers body laying side by side with a precise bullet hole on their temple.
The smell of blood filled the air.