October 31st. All Hallows Eve, or rather, more commonly referred to as Halloween. On that very night, where almost everyone was going out in costume, my life was changed...forever. While the average teenager would either stay indoors and watch a horror movie or go out to a Halloween costume party, I was out there. In the dark. Tagging a wall or two with graffiti. Like I said before, I wasn't the perfect child my parents wanted, but I definitely knew how to not get caught.
But..when I got a call from my dad, the last thing I remember him speaking to me, was him saying that someone or something was attacking them. But before he could speak anymore, the line was cut. Although I was merely a 16 year old teenage rebel to my own parents, I...I still cared about them.
So in worry, I just packed up my spray cans into my pack and hurried toward. Unfortunately, by the time I got back home....it looked like a bomb went off inside, as the front of my house was blown apart. Out of some form of concern, I went through the wreckage and found my dad, bloodied and on the brink of death. As I tried to get him back on his feet, he screamed in pain, forcing me to put him back down, then I looked at him and said, "Come on, D. I'm getting you out of here!" "*coughing blood* It's no use, kid. I'm in no condition to get up, those 3....witches already k-killed your mom, and banged me up real good." My dad answered, feeling the pain I saw him in.
But when he told me that Mom was killed by 3 witches and blew up the front of our home, I...I was shocked back then. At first, I thought he was joking about witches blowing up the house as I replied, "Dad, now's not the time to crack a damn joke! Where's Mom?!" That was when I felt the blood coming from Dad's abdomen and....seeing my Mom's lifeless body on the debris-coated floor. I went over to her and shook her body repeatedly, saying, "Come on, Mom! Wake up! WAKE UP DAMMIT!!"
Back then, I felt my own hands shaking out of grief and fear, seeing a loved one dead was....traumatic for me. Hearing the painful grunting noises from my dad made me instinctively reel back to him, as I looked him in the eyes and said, "Nonono! Dad, you are not dying, you hear me?!" "*painful grunt* Forget about saying those words, Dalton. I was a dead man walking when your mother and I took you in as our son." My dad replied, which made me greatly confused as to why he was saying this to me.
"What the hell, Dad?! Why are you even saying this crap to me?! I'm your son!" I asked him, wanting answers as to why he was saying his final words. "I know that!! But...you're not my biological son." I heard him answer to me. And it was the first nail on the coffin on my old life, which left me completely lost in both confusion of what my dad was telling me, and the fact that his life was slipping from my fingertips, as my voice cracked a bit, holding back tears for the inevitable was approaching, and I said, "W-What?"
"*Painful and bloody cough* The c-cello case...open it." My dad said to me, asking that I open that cello case he bought for Mom, but she never uses it. At the time, I wasn't sure why he wanted me to open it, but as I approached the case and tried to open it, the case had fell over onto it's side. From there, when I undid the clasps on the case, it flipped wide before me, revealing.....
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