As we approached home, flowers were already set at our door, with sympathy messages attached. We sat in the dining room, reading through them. They were so touching, it showed us that people did care. As me and dad continued to read through them, mum went out onto the balcony, looked up and gazed at the stars.
"You are safe now, my love." she whispered. She looked as though her life was no longer worth living. She quickly dried her eyes and reentered the house. "Mum, are you ok?" I knew that was a stupid question, but i had to let her know that i cared. Now i felt so selfish for not being thankful that my parents were happy with Taritha, that i did not spend alot of time with her. I was too busy moaning about them not spending time with me, i felt guilty.
A couple of hours later i headed up in my room to go to bed. I knew i would not get much sleep tonight, none of us would. But still i tried. All i heard was rain tapping on the windows, the trees blowing in the wind, the moon was shining through. I had the light on that night, i was too scared to sleep in the dark ever again. With my head under the covers, i started shaking, it was getting much colder than usual. Suddenly i heard footsteps down the hall... it was someone, someone out to get me! I closed my eyes tightly and tried to forget about it. The footsteps, they were getting closer and closer. My door opened. I rapidly took my head out of the covers, to see who it was. It was dad. He turned out the light, all i could see was him, nothing else. He has a bottle in one hand, a gun in the other.
"D-dad, what are you doing"
I feared what he had in mind, what he going to kill me? Make me suffer just like Taritha? "Dad, answer me!" Although he would not. "This is just a dream, Falco, yeah your just imagining this." I carried on thinking to myself, praying that he would not kill me. I looked at the alarm clock, it was exactly 2am. Just as i turned back around to face dad, he slowly started to walk towards me. I wriggled back in my bed, clenching on the covers, as if i was hanging of a cliff for dear life.
"We lost our daughter, you did not appreciate her, your life ends now"
He started to yell, this dream, it's not a dream, it was true. "NO! Dad i'm sorry, please no!" I pleaded for him to stop, but he would not listen. He raised the gun, towards my head, his finger on the trigger.
"NO!" I ducked down, hiding in my covers. He pulled the trigger, fireing my bed, barely missing me. I cried, begging him to stop. I had nowhere else to go, i was going to be killed by my own dad, i was hopeless.
"ARRG!" my dad screamed. I heard him fall to the floor. I lifted my head, he was lying there, blood on his head. My mum was standing there, with a bat, she had knocked him out, although, he was still alive. "MUM!" i ran to her, clinging on to her, she was the only one i felt safe around now. While we were clung onto eachother, dad regained consiousness got up, grabbed a toy rocket i had made with him, and stabbed it in my mums heart. She fell to the floor.
My dad turned around to look at me, i was angry, he had killed mum. I had to get even, he came at me, about to stab me with the rocket, but...I saw his gun, he had forgot to pick it up when he got up, so i did. Pointed the gun at him, and pulled the trigger. Suddenly, the rocket had fallen to the ground, and so did he. I passed him, and knelt down beside mum, hoping that she was still alive, i tried to call her, but no answer. "Mum?" I whispered to her, i began to cry. She was dead.
I layed down beside her, i had to stay with her, i could not just leave her on her own. I grabbed the phone and called the ambulance.