I killed him. I killed my father. A large blood puddle was beneath my feet. I dropped my knife into the puddle making the blood splash unto my xtra-large t-shirt. My smile grew wide. "You knew it was coming, yet you still stayed in this very house. You got what you deserved, you killed mom, you killed others, and now I killed you."
The next morning I decided to clean up my fathers mess. I walked in my room and he was towering over me with his fist held high. "H-How?"
"What? I was just about to knock on your door for breakfast."
I ran into my room slamming the door hard. My hands were shaking as I locked my door quickly. "How is this pos-possible? He's de-dead." I looked out the window, the same rainy day. I picked up my phone off my nightstand to check the date. 9-21-9. "Its the sa-same. Its all the same!" Suddenly a paper airplane came down from my ceiling. When it hit me I was shocked. "Is this even possible. I-it can't be." I said as I picked up the strange paper plane. The airplane had a pretty pattern with a pretty red string around it. I jumped as the string wrapped around my tiny wrist. I pulled and tugged as I tried my hardest to get it off. "Get off!" I yelled. The paper plane unfolded allowing me to see big red words. STOP HIS DEATH! LIVE! -Time Keepers. "N-no. He deserves to die!"
"Honey, are you okay in there?"
I rushed out my door heading to the kitchen for a knife. Once I grabbed one and I ran straight at my father. Whispers inside my head began. HE DIDN'T DO IT. LIVE. LET HIM LIVE. INNOCENT. I stopped in my tracks and looked at my father. He looked directly at me with a confused and worried look. "Honey, whats going on."
"Dad, I'm scared." I released the knife from my hands and ran to embrace my father. Tears strolled down my cheeks as I sniffed into his shirt. "Dad, did you kill mother?"
"Of coarse not sweetheart. What were you thinking?" He let go of me to pick the knife up off the ground. "What were you trying to do?"
"Father something happened, but I'm not sure I can tell."
He walked over to me and smiled. A sudden stinging cold pain went threw my stomach. I looked at my dad and pulled out the same knife I once tried to kill him with. My eyes watered. I fell to the ground with a thud. There's a puddle beneath me this time. I looked out the window as my eyes grew blurry. A green light was shown from the sun. Death. Its not the scariest thing once you get to know it. "Hello child."
