(Trigger Warning:Murder)

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(Philip's PoV)

I feel bad. Mama is crying now! But why is she crying? Please don't cry mama . . . I'm sorry if I did something wrong.

"I-I'm sorry mama . . . "

"W-why are you sorry, you did nothing wrong." Mama said to me.

"B-but I made you cry."

"No . . . The reason why I cried is because I can't see you . . . "

That's when both pops & I hugged mama. Mama doesn't deserve this. Poor mama. Well, it could be worse. At least we are all alive & able to cry in each other's arms.

"Honey?"

"Yes Betsey?" Pops asked mama.

"Can you get me some water please?"

"I can get some water for you ma."

"Alright, thank you my dear."

"You're welcome mama!"

(3rd PoV)

Philip than rolled out of the room in his wheel chair. When he saw the vending a little while later, he started to get his money out to buy but then the electricity went out. He shrugged it off the weird feeling he had off, or at least attempted to. That is until he heard a chocked out scream before it all went eerily silent.

That's when he saw a figure walk out of a room. He couldn't see much because of how dark it was, but he could still hear drops of liquid dripping unto the floor. They also had a metallic smell unto them. And that's when he heard footsteps coming towards him which made him freak out & tried to roll away. Unfortunately, the figure was faster & covered his mouth with chloroform, the last thing Philip had heard was 3 words before passing out.

"Hello again, son."