"Ah, my head hurts", I managed to murmur out as I was trying to stand up. My head felt like it weighed a ton and my body was aching in every joint, and my mouth was terribly dry. Am I still at the barn? Where is my darling, Frank? Where is that cunt he fell in love with? As I shift my view to the right I see my rifle laying beside me. I do not have a recognition of what had happened. I only remember the dominating feeling, anger.
I put my palms against the hardwood floor and finally manage to lift my 100kg self off of the floor in one big push. I was now on my knees trying my best to stand up, however, my headache was not helping my situation. I felt as if somebody had stood here and had beaten me up with a baseball bat while I was still unconscious.
I saw that there was a shaky wood chair to my right which I desperately clung onto with my right hand while huffing and suffering my way up. Finally, when I had put my all into standing up, I can finally acknowledge where I currently am and what that had happened!
I cannot remember a single memory. I remember Franklin and his cunt. Whenever I remember him he reminds me more and more of my father and once his new wife showed up at our farm after he had filed for divorce with my mother. It was as if everything had gone dark at that moment when I held the rifle against Frank. It was as if I was my mother, Frank was my daddy and his cunt was my fathers new cunt.
I had little to no mobility whatsoever, nevertheless from what my eyes could see was that nothing had been touched nor moved, really?! Odd? It cant be that Frank had left me now? No! No! No! My head was spinning my hands were clamming, my eyesight began fading and before I knew it, I feel my feet giving up on me causing me to trip and fall on my back hitting my head on the floor.