I'll Remember You

As I walked down the stairs I noticed how quiet it was. You were sleeping, you didn't know. I followed the path towards the kitchen, where the knife and blood now lay. I was confused. Where were you? Daddy, where were you? I went outside to see where you were. The blood trailed to the garage which was locked. I opened the door to find you there. But you didn't answer my call. Daddy? Daddy, answer me!! You just hung there. With the blood dripping from your wrists, the extension cord that was tightly wrappeed around your neck no longer swayed as you hung there from the rafters limp and heavy. Your eyes bulging with blood. That was my Father, my Daddy. No longer the man I once knew. He was not sleeping. But where was Mommy? Why wasn't she here? Why didn't she find him? Where was my Mother?! I ran back to the house and into the room where she was slain. I followed the holes in the walls that were covered in THEIR blood. The door was jammed. I opened the door to find my Mother, my Mommy in the bathtub of our bathroom. The tub was overfilled with pink water. I saw her face, her eyes, her calming hazel eyes that I had inherited were no longer hazel. They had lost their gleam that she once carried within her. They were now bloodshot and glazed. Her neck, swollen, bruised from the strangulations of my Father. I slowly shut her eyes and wept beside her. I held her in my arms and thought that I would never understand this day. This day where death ruined my life, the day that death took over the rest of my own. The day that would change who I was and what I was about for the rest of my life. What is death? I didn't know. All I knew was that I saw it in my parents eyes. It looked me straight in the face and told me what else it had in store for me.