Once upon a time, there was a boy named Ezekiel. Ezekiel was an ordinary boy, who lived a not so ordinary life. Ezekiel used to live a normal life until he was thirteen years old. Well, it wasn't an entirely normal life, but it was normal enough for him. At the age of two he was abused in the worst ways possible by his uncle, some of the things his uncle did to him still traumatise him till this day, but his mother, found out and kicked him out. His father had low cut hair, with a thick well-kept beard and had dark brown eyes and Ezekiel's mother had caramel brownskin, green eyes, long curly caramel brown hair and always had a glow about her, that lit up any room that she walked in. Ezekiel's family was very rich, his father was a businessman, and his mother was unemployed as she was a housewife that looked after Ezekiel and his two-week-old brother, Alex. Ezekiel's mother, Grace, was the glue within the family. She made her husband, Ezekiel's father, calm and happy.
A few months after his uncle was kicked out, Ezekiel's mother, unfortunately fell sick to an illness. Grace had an unidentified illness, that the doctors didn't know how to treat. Ezekiel's father had the best doctors trying to save her, but all of their attempts were in vain. Despite them having the best doctors Grace unfortunately passed away.
Weeks later at the funeral everyone was apologetic and very sad, because Grace was a very popular person, loved by all. Grace had a very caring personality, and she was very kind and compassionate. All the family was their even his father's brother, Ezekiel's uncle that abused and traumatised him. Everyone except Grace's dad, Ezekiel's grandfather. He went missing years before Grace was born, not even Grace's mum, Ezekiel's grandmother had seen him. She said it was at a party she met him, but she was drunk and doesn't remember his name or face.
About two weeks later, his father had fell into despair, not only because he had lost his wife, but also a series of other bad things were dragging him down. For example, his business went under, and he had a plethora of bad investments, which led to him losing lots of money. In a moment of financial desperation, he began investing in crypto currency called Liberation Coin, at face value it looked like it had the potential to be a great financial decision, but he and many other investors of that crypto currency, were victims of a scam. However, the owner of Liberation Coin disappeared and wasn't able to be trialled and compensate its victims, as a result, Ezekiel's father had a limited amount of money left and had to scrape by to keep the house. He was struggling to take care of Alex and Ezekiel, as he was falling deeper into despair. One night he began to start drinking, he kept coming home late and was drunk and always angry. Then one night, Ezekiel's life took a turn for the worse. He was upstairs helping his nearly two-month-old brother, Alex, fall asleep, when he heard his Father come home drunk, as usual. It was dark in the house. There was only a light in Alex's bedroom. As the clock struck midnight, his brother began crying and his father closed the door. DING! BOOM! DING! BOOM! DING! BOOM! By the time it was the ninth ding, his father entered the room. DING! (step) His father took another step. DING! (step) Alex was crying. His father was towering over him. The lingering stench of alcohol enveloped Ezekiel and his brother. The trees danced in the darkness. Ezekiel's heart was aching for the twelfth Ding. Then it came. DING! Then all was calm. The trees were still. For that second it was a tranquil moment. Then overwhelmed by perplexity and trepidation. He heard, "DING!" However, this time it wasn't the clock. He slowly turned looked down and saw his brother. Covered in red. He was bewildered. He didn't understand what had just happened.
Then it had occurred to him that what he heard wasn't the clock, but a gun. He then looked back again at his nearly two months old brother, he realised that red on him was... Blood! The curtains. Blood! His shirt. Blood! Ezekiel then turned towards his father and saw the same. It was blood, but his father was holding the gun. He began to fathom what had happened, then he let out a deafening scream.
His father killed his brother!
His father killed his own son!
His father also shot himself!
Ezekiel walked towards his father and saw tears down his eyes. He sat their holding his father and brother, while blood fell from his eyes. He was young, scared and confused, so all he could do was cry. He stayed there for days on end holding his brother and father, he could feel as the heat left their bodies, and they became nothing more than cold empty shells. After a while flies began to eat away at their bodies, but Ezekiel did his best to preserve their bodies by trying to fight away the files, but it was in vain because as each day passed there were more flies trying to eat away at their bodies. Part of him was hoping it was all a bad dream, but unfortunately for him, it wasn't.