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As soon as I saw him, I had noticed it was worse today than it was before.

My dad was usually the nicest man you'll ever meet. He has a softer character than me, but besides that, we're the same.

We're always joking, hanging out together, and doing his favorite hobby - making fun of some crappy TV shows.

That was until something changed and it was all my fault.

Although I had hoped it wouldn't have to come to that, the reality is not what you expect it to be and that is the hard truth.

It's cruel and disgusting, but it's real.

The thing is, when I'm in someone's life for a long time, that person starts acting crazy.

Especially mentally weaker people.

I don't mean Freddy Krueger crazy, but they start having symptoms of schizophrenia - false beliefs, inability to understand reality, and voices.

Oh, the voices. Those are not your regular voices. They are actual voices from Hell, demons screaming and swearing at you.

That is the worse part of it all.

And that's also how I know it's critical, that it's time for an intervention.

But this time, my hopes and fantasies blinded me from the expected reality.

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When I woke up, it seemed to be just a normal day.

Well, as normal as it can be for me.

I was with my foster family and we were watching The Notebook while my mum was crying her eyes out.

Typical women.

Although they adopted me, they felt like my real family, no matter for a loss of blood connection. I love them and no DNA could compare to that.

My dad and I exchanged looks, trying so hard not to laugh. I bit my tongue and turned my head in the other direction, so she wouldn't see me mocking her.

Dad was sitting in the middle, so he really had no chance of escaping her. He slapped my arm and I turned back to the TV so he wouldn't be the only one exposed.

"I could watch this film all day long," mum said, sniffing and drying her tears. "Don't you agree, boys?"

We looked at each other again, but this time we failed to keep a straight face.

We have been sitting in silence for the past three hours and watching a tragedy film, when I could've actually done something useful.

"I'm sorry, mum, but that film was shit," I confessed, with a face red from laughing my ass off.

Dad lightly stabbed me with his elbow. "Draven! Language!" but he couldn't keep a straight face either.

Mum turned to him now and crossed arms on her chest. "Lewis?" she demanded.

His face turned tomato red and he cleared his throat. "Erm, I, uh, have to go," he said fastly, sprinting out of the living room before we could stop him.

I glanced at my mum, a concerned look spreading across her face.

Fuck.

"Stay here and don't move," I told her, running after him.

He has lost it again. It happened again, but this time it won't end well. I need to do something to help him and I need to do it fast.

I ran towards the garage, from where I heard the clattering.

"Bloody hell," I mumbled under my breath when I saw him while standing in front of the most terrifying scene.

My dad was in the garage, holding a gun in my direction. His eyes were wide opened and he was repeating a series of unrecognizable whispers.

"Stop! Just make them stop!" he broke down, still pointing a gun at me. His hands were shaking and tears were streaming down his face. I won't even imagine the pain he must have felt at that moment.

"Dad, it's me. Draven," I said softly, slowly approaching him with my hands raised in surrender. "Dad, look into my eyes. What do they remind you of?"

I always asked him that when I found him in this situation and he always gave me the same answer.

He tried to focus, but the voices were trying to break him. "Forest. They remind me of green trees," he finally spat out, his breathing rapidly speeding up.

Correct.

I smiled, still cautious of his actions. "And who am I?"

He looked at me in shock, gripping his gun tighter. He ran towards me, psychotic rage filling up in his eyes.

"You are the Devil," he spat out in disgust, pushing the gun into my chest.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The demons have told him. They always tell.

"Honey?" I heard mum say behind me.

No! What the fuck is she doing here?! I specifically told her to stay in the living room, this is too dangerous for her!

Dad aimed his glare at her, pulling the gun away from me. This time, he pointed it towards mum. "You."

I didn't know what to do, this never happened before. "Dad, look at me," I improvised

"Draven, what is happening?" mum asked, her voice trembling from terror. I couldn't blame her, this was a scene from an actual nightmare.

I didn't turn around to face her, but instead I ordered her, "Mum, run," I said quietly. "Run!"

But his voices, the literal demons, were faster than anyone in this room. He fired a shot and I closed my eyes, hoping he'd missed.

Then, a body thumped to the ground.

"What have you done?!" I screamed at him, unable to control my temper. I turned around to find mum on the floor, a pool of crimson blood surrounding her.

I crouched down, tightly gripping her hand in support as if it would keep her alive. He shot her directly in the chest which meant there is no return.

"Draven," she coughed, her hand slipping out of mine. "Remember... I love.. you."

Tears streamed down my face as I kept looking at her, not wanting to abandon her. She wasn't supposed to die.

This wasn't supposed to happen!

Then, I remembered - my dad.

I turned around, but it was too late, he already took off into the woods. To top it off, it was dark out, full moon shining down on the forest.

Full moon.

Fuck! That's why this happened! The full moon always heightens demons' powers, which means they can practically say anything to you and you would have to do it.

I should've thought about it. I could have stopped this!

I took one last look at my mum before I ran after him the fastest I could.

There is no doubt she'll end up in Heaven, but it was too soon for her. She had another forty years to live and enjoy life. If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have died.

"Dad!" I called out, still running after him. "Dad, don't do this! Snap out of it!"

I couldn't see anything from the pitch dark that suffocated me. I couldn't see him and it terrified me because I can't lose him too.

I ran to the end of the forest, hoping to finally find him or some help, although I knew nothing can help him. He is as good as dead.

But instead of losing hope, I saw a young, blonde girl. She stood frozen, looking at me with terror as her celestial hair glistened under the moon like shiny, priceless diamonds. 'Help me. Please, help me,' I mouthed, unable to form words.

I needed someone to call the ambulance to help my mum and cops who would find dad.

Then, another shot was fired and all of my hopes disappeared. I glanced at the girl one more time, trying to figure out if she'll do something or continue blinking at me.

But she just stood there, completely frozen.

So, I did what I had to - I ran into the woods, not looking back. "Dad?!" I called out.

He can't do this to me. He needs to be okay!

"Draven!" he called me and followed his voice, eventually getting dangerously close to him. He had a gun pressed to his head, tears filling his eyes and bottom lip trembling.

"Dad, I love you. You are strong," I convinced him, trying to prevent this from happening.

This won't happen. I won't and can't let this happen.

"I'm sorry, kid," he apologized softly, letting his guard down.

"Dad, no! Look at me!" I demanded, walking closer to him.

"I can't handle this!" he yelled at me, his words stabbing me straight in the heart.

No, he won't kill himself. I grew up with him. He is my dad, he wouldn't leave me like this.

"Give me that!" I said, trying to take the gun from his hand.

Fuck, he was a strong man.

"Good night, son," he said, pulling the trigger and taking his life.

I fastly embraced his body, falling to the cold, hard ground along with him. I thought I could control the flow of his life, but I have overestimated myself. He left me alone and I couldn't even blame him, I would have done it, too. I never deserved my parents, so the faith took them away from me.

His eyes were still opened, looking up at the moon, but life has already left his body. "No..." I whispered, leaning my forehead against his.

I have just lost everything I had.

"NO!" I screamed into the black sky, tightly embracing his body.

I pressed my forehead against his once again, cursing under my breath.

What am I supposed to do now? I have nothing anymore.

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