PART 2 : CHAPTER 2

the same day I wake up in a closet, not knowing how I got there. I was sprinting into my mother's place. I unexpectedly felt compelled not to tell my mother because if I did, she would burst out laughing and say "So you started sleepwalking?" I've never felt anything like that before. I paused for a moment to reflect before returning to my room. I was genuinely puzzled. As I entered my room, I noticed my sister hanging from the ceiling fan, her face was pale and her eyes were bulging out. She was dressed in the same outfit she wore the night before. I tried to scream but couldn't, and I felt a warmness around my throat once more. But this time I began running towards my mother's room. As I ran, the face of my deceased sister appeared in front of my eyes. I was scared and terrified. I've never believed in God, but I know that this time only he can save me. BOOM I felt the surge again, and it stopped me at that precise moment. I have no idea what it was. My mother's room is just to my right. I was so terrified that my hands shook. I knock on her door with trembling hands. Her door was open. When I entered her room, no one was there as they were both turned into dust. I heard a sound coming from their bathroom. My mother was yelling at my father. I was scared, so I slowly walked towards the bathroom, listening to what she was saying. "You are nothing but a pig in my pool, and then I heard a gunshot. I believe my heart stopped for a brief moment at that time. I can't speak, think, or run. I was like clay waiting to be moulded. Mom walked out with blood all over her body and a shotgun in her LEFT hand. I turned to face her because she resembled a death angel. As she closes the door, I catch a glimpse of my deceased father laying in the bathtub. I sprint towards her, and she raises her hand to stop me. Then she took the gun, reloaded it like a gangster, put it in her mouth, and said "I'm afraid I won't be able to understand you, son. however, he will" AND SHE SHOOT HERSELF Her gleaming blood was all over my face as I realised my reason for living had been killed by the same person who was the reason. And then I felt a warm sensation on my shoulder, as if someone had placed their hand there. I turned around and saw that man again. He put his hand on my head. KABOOM