To my amazement, I watched him.
"Are you hurt so much? I don't know what to say... It must have hurt a lot! Like in the movies..."
He laughed and took me in his arms. He rolled his eyes when I looked at him angrily.
"You've only seen it in the movies?"
Even though he mocked me, I couldn't swallow.
I felt it shake me as I froze.
I remember those moments with tears in my eyes. I remembered my shouting not to do it, shouting how much I loved my father, and the last moments I could speak.
"I saw." My hands were shaking. "My father killed..." A tear fell from my eye. "You…" I sobbed. "He was with me, I said don't do it, I shouted, I cried, but he did!" I looked at him. "It was so violent! It's like the ground has been split open... Blood gushed out! There was blood everywhere!" I was trembling... "It even jumped into the closet! I saw its head! Was it crushed or torn to pieces..."
