Mad Father is a messed up game. But it's so…addicting! Darn it Aya! Why you too!
I love my Father. I always have. Even when…I knew his secret…
He secret led to this…and my Mother's wrath…
*Sob* I shook as the blood soaked into my apron. Father lay dying before me.
"A-Aya…pl-please…"
Why does it hurt so? I pawed the tears from my face with the back of my hand, as more rushed out. It seemed as all the hurt of this one night, the horror, the secrets, the terrible ending coming upon us. I felt as if there was nothing I could do now.
As if I was controlled by another.
"F-Father…M-Mother loves you. She's the only one for you…"
His face filled with dark terror. I was making a choice. I moved back from him. Each step, shuffle, eating into my heart deeper and deeper.
This was it.
"AYA!" Father called his hand reaching for me. I looked down, tears burning me now. I wailed internally, as he screamed carried off by my Mother helpless.
I looked up, tears blurring my eyes. I was alone now.
Forever…
Had I made the right choice?
I looked up, hearing steps, Maria stood above me.
"The poor Misstress…come now…we'll continue Father's work."
I looked shocked as she rose her hand, and screamed.
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