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Ring around the rosy,

Pockets full of posies,

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down!

Every step he took was agonizing, he didn't want to leave his poor little sister alone. He could still hear her crying even from who far he was from their little room, but Sora had to see what was up. Had they finally killed themselves yet? Were they finally gone? Out of their lives for good? He hoped so.

Reaching down stairs he inspected the room, the lamp had fallen down, as well as the table that had held it. The living room couch had scooted a bit but there was no sign of his parents. Walking around a bit he started looking, replacing everything that had fallen and even moving the couch back to where it was. If his sister came down to see the traces of their parents fighting she would surely cry more. He didn't want that.

The kitchen wasn't that far away, and from the look of the make sheet door on the ground that had blocked the view of the messy place out he knew that the fight had gone to there. Going inside it didn't take long for him to see the scarlet fluid that was spreading threw out the cracks of the tiles. A grin couldn't help but crack on his face.

"Finally gone." He whispered to himself, his curiosity getting the best of him as he stepped further inside, careful to avoid getting any of the still warm liquid on his feet.

There were traces there too of the wrestling the parents had done. The lousy kitchen table and some chairs had fallen. He was going to pick them up too but then he seen it: an arm that stuck out from behind the table. From the look of the pained long nails and the lack of grizzly arm hair it had to be mothers.
He took his time to get there to see the rest of her, he wasn't too sure if he wanted to see what was gone. Perhaps she had been shot in the head, or something like that. He wondered what it would look like to see an exploded eye. Would it gush out or?

To his disappointment he couldn't really see the gun shot. Her head was still there, and nothing seemed to be blown off, by the look of her shirt drenched in the fluid he guessed that she had been shot in her chest. One of the vital organs or something.

While he inspected he heard something that further made his heart almost drop.

"S-Sora." Came a masculine ragged voice from behind him. Turning around he found his father, he had went to the closet to get one of the rags to cover a hole in his stomach. Although it seemed that mother had pointed the gun in just the right angle to make the bullet take off an ear also. "Sora, call the ambulance." He gave out in a small plead as he coughed. "I'm hurting real bad."

The boy just looked at the older man. That wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to be dead! He couldn't have this! Why couldn't his father die? Turning around he planned to leave his father behind, to let him die on his own. He would shut himself and Orihime in their room and they would go to sleep. In the morning they would both be dead and him and his sister would leave to a new better place. He was about to leave, until he was something black in the corner of his eye. The gun.

Why leave his father's own body to die on it's own? There was no guarantee that it would even die. The old man could just go to a phone himself and call. Sora had to make sure that he died.

The old man must have known what the boy was thinking, because no sooner did Sora start to move to it the man did too. Although he was too injured to get it himself falling on the ground where his dead wife laid.

"Sora, put the gun down!" His dead wheezed not able to make it sound as loud or commanding as he would like it too.

"Dad, put the bottle down. Dad, put the belt away. Dad, don't yell at Orihime. Dad, I didn't do anything. Dad, don't bring women home when Orihime's here. Dad, Dad, Dad, DAD!" Sora began, soft at the beginning, but got louder and louder. He was rehearsing the lines that he had said to his father in his life. He could state a thousand more, but his anger was getting ahead of himself. "Dad... I hate you." With that stated his finger pressed on the trigger and the gun clicked and gave the last shot.

He wouldn't have to deal with his father any more or his mother. No more abuse, no more of having them yell at them for doing something they didn't do, no more of having to do deal with their parents broken marriage. No more, finally no more, but... Now Sora couldn't wait till morning, he and Orihime had to leave now.

Not having any time to clean up the mess he reattached the sheet to the door hoping that would block it out.

He raced up stared to found his sister poking her head out of the door to call for him. Shoving the door open he would beguin packing. Grabbing their over sized cheap school bags and dumping out all the useless contents before starting to shove clothes inside.

"Sora?" Orihime called softly unsure of what he was doing. "Sora? What're you doin'?" He said nothing, only packed checking clothes to make sure that it was what they needed. "Sora? What's-"

"Get your coat." He ordered not looking back.

"W-which one?"

"The one grandma got you before she died."

"But that one's too big, and it makes me all hot and sweaty."

"Just get it! And put some more clothes on under it. Go in layers, it's cold outside."

"We're going outside?"

"Yes. We are going for a trip."

"But Mama said that-" She was stopped as he looked back at her, giving her a look that made her tear up and start to cry again. After she started crying he got up and went over to hug his little sister.

"I'm sorry. We just need to go. We need to leave right now okay?" Putting his hands on her shoulders he would look her in the eye. "Mom and dad left. So we need to go too."

"W-were did they-"

"I don't know. But we need to leave."

He wouldn't say anymore after that. They both packed up as much as they could, dressing in their warmest clothes before leaving that house for what Sora hoped would be forever.

Good day people. It's been a while no? I've been super busy and stuff and I really didn't have enough time to do anything you know. Also I had mega writers block. I hated that you know. Terrible terrible thing. Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I decided to go with what happened you know.
I have a bit more in mind of what to do but I still need to put it all together you know. Well I hoped you enjoyed.

Your dear loving writer person

-Skidda

P.S.

I likes criticism. :D Smile face

P.P.S

I need to find one of them beta reading guys. I just don't know how though.

Thank you.