Why? Why would she do this? Leave it all behind. Killing yourself is not fair on us. Why did you do this? After like two minutes, I pulled myself together to get the phone. I called the police. They showed up and took her away. I cannot move. My body is stuck. I cannot think about anything besides what she did. Flashbacks of things we did together flash across my mind. Dad walks in with Lily. "I know you are feeling upset but you have to come and have dinner." "Okay, Dad." I stood up, my head slumped forward, and started walking to the table. Dad is feeding Lily this green paste. I saw two plates. Both have steak and chips. Only one has hot sauce though. I do not like spicy food. Once Dad finishes feeding Lily, he leaves with her and I started eating my steak.
The steak is cooked to perfection. I cut into the meat. Its so tender, it's falling off the bone. I took a bite of the meat. It's so juicy and tasty. Suddenly, I heard a thud. I got up from my seat and went to the hallway. I saw Dad laying on the ground, face down. I walked up to him and flipped him over. He has a bleeding nose. "Are you okay, Dad?" No response. I checked his pulse. I could not find anything. I checked all over. Nothing.
I go outside and see that most of the police have left besides one car. They were about to go but I yelled at them. One exits the vehicle and started running up to me. "What is the matter?" She asked me. "Dad has passed out on the floor in the hallway. Can you help him?" I frantically asked her. "I'll sure try. Officer Stewart, call for some backup!" I walked inside. She follows me. He's gone. The blood is still where he was laying, but he is not.
I hear some singing from the kitchen. I open the door to see Dad singing while mixing something in a bowl. He still has a bleeding nose and his blood is dripping in the bowl. He tastes it. He thinks for a moment and says: "Needs more flavour." He grabs a knife and cuts off a finger. Without hesitation, he puts the blade down and continues to sing his song. He then looks up and sees me and the officer. He smiles and utters the words. "Hey Darling, who is this?" "My name is Officer Bourne, I was told you were unconscious." Dad picks up the knife again. "I did not ask you." "Put down the weapon Mr Wilson." "Oh sorry, Ma'am." He goes to put it down but instead he throws it. It goes flying forward and hits Officer Bourne in the chest. The impact of the knife into her chest sends her backwards. Once she hits the ground, Dad continues to sing. Then my eyes go black.
I then see the table again. I saw Grandma sitting on a chair. "Sit down." She says. I followed her order. The table has a plate on it. A plate with a steak on it. The steak has been partly eaten. I looked up from the meal and saw Grandma staring at me. "You did not finish your dinner, Sweetie." She utters. I looked at the steak and then back up at her. "Are not you going to eat it? It looked delicious. It looks very juicy. I would add some hot sauce to it if I were you, but it is fine if you don't like spice." Can she read my thoughts? Everything disappears. All I see is light bulb. It's flickering. Then everything went black.
I then can feel the carpet in my room. I open my eyes to realize that I'm on the bedroom floor. Was it all a dream? I stood up and heard a knock on my door. "It is me, Love" Dad says. "Come in." The door opens and I see Dad. He is fine. Not a scratch on his visible body. "Hey Lov- What are you doing on the floor?" Dad questions me. "I must have fallen off my bed while I was asleep." I responded and Dad laughed. His phone begins to ring and he leaves my room to answer it. I stood up and got dressed. My jersey are as itchy as ever.
I walked out of my room to see Lily playing with a stuffed pig. She looks at me and smiles. What is wrong with this child? Why is she so addicted to staring at me for no reason? It's really unsettling. I do not like it. Anyway I smell some bacon cooking, who is cooking bacon? I walked into the kitchen to see Mum cooking. I start to smell some eggs and tomatoes cooking too. It smells amazing. "Hey Darling, how was your sleep?" "It was fine." She turns around and puts the food on a plate. I sat down and looked at the plate. It then suddenly turns red and a liquid, then the bench and then my chair. I stand up and see Mum change too. I hear a creaking. I turned to where I heard it and saw a little boy on a blue bike. Then dad comes out and laughs. "Welcome to Hell, Darling."