TW: Blood, Gore, ETC.

The familiar scent of the lake stained everything around me. The sound of customers walking around, and me just sitting at the register, waiting for someone to check out their stuff. I check the time. 4:55. Great. 5 minutes until I can get out of here and go home. I get one more customer before my shift ends, a Gloober. I check his items out, tell him to have a nice day, and wait the 5 minutes to pass. When they do, I clock out with my boss and get out of there. I take the tram station down to where my truck is and drive down to my house. The dark and gloomy halls that were once illuminated with life and color. I grab my keys, unlock the front-door, and it creaks open. The lights are off. Strange. Usually, Dad is watching TV in the living-room, or mourning the loss of mom. But then, I heard something in the other room. A scream of agony, which I can only identify was from my 13-year-old sister, filled the house. I place my keys down on the keyring and run towards the source. My sister and my father were in the bedroom, and my father was holding a chair. As I saw what had happened, my sister was on the floor crying. My father had hit her, and she couldn't fight him.

I rushed over and slammed my father's face into the wall. "OH, YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST DO THAT, HUH?" He yells at me, and uppercuts me a few feet back. He charges at me, and I roll out of the way and get up to my feet, before helping my sister get out of the house so she didn't get hurt any more. When my dad right hooks me right as Millie gets out, I catch it, but he grabs the chair and slams it into my head. I feel blood rush out and onto the ground, the sharp pain of the gaping gash. I get to my feet and quickly run to another room, where I tried to regain focus before, he went in and attacked again. He barges the door and lunges on me. I get him off and hit him onto the ground. He tries getting up, but then I notice something. Right near me was an ax. The same one I used for some projects in school. I slowly back off, grab it, and my dad charges once more, grabbing my other hand and spraining it. I grab the ax, quickly rush him, I jump up to get leverage so this wouldn’t leave him alive, and sliced him into two.

The pieces fall to the ground. My dad's eye twitches towards me once more, and then... nothing. He was dead. I collapse on the ground. There were bloodstains on the walls, pools leaked into the carpet. I don't know why he had his fit of rage, but I know it had to do with mom. I sit there for a long while before my neighbors notice that my father's dead, half-body was lying on the ground, and I was responsible.