Reality

By the time Alex reached home it was dark. Cold wind is blowing. Few drops of rain fell on Alex's brown silky hair. Alex hurriedly went towards his home running. He opened the door using the keys and was brushing his partially wet hair. As soon as he entered, he was left pale by the reality.

He saw that the whole Living-room was in a complete mess.. Chairs and pillows were scattered. Glasses, books showpieces all were on the ground. There were broken pieces of glass. This was the first time Alex was seeing all this. He was scared as he. In horror he noticed some red liquid drops on ground. He crouched down and felt the liquid with his hand. It was none other than fresh blood. Alex was scared as hell. His mind seems blank.

When suddenly he hard a thrashing noise from his parents room. Alex ran to the source of the sound and was terrified to saw that his mother was sitting by the bed post, scared and his father was standing in front of his mother with a broken glass bottle. Alex couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't know what to do.

Alex saw his fater slowly moving towards his mom, while his mom was crying. He couldn't hold back anymore. He ran and held his father's hand Mr McAdams looked at Alex with blood shot eyes. Anger can be seen in Alex's eyes as he face his father. Mrs McAdams got up and held Alex and beg him to go to his room. But never ignored her words. Mr McAdams was certainly more stronger than Alex. He pushed the poor boy away on the ground. Alex fell on the broken glass pieces and his hands were scratched. A sting of pain and anger crept into his heart. How can his father harm him and now he is going to harm his mother!!!?? Alex didn't think for second. He stood up took wooden ply board that was kept beside the door and thrash it on Mr McAdams' head...

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There was a pin drop silence in the room. It seems like the time has stopped. Everything is going backwards! Why is this happening!? Why the reality seems so bitter and cruel!?

Alex stood in front of his dad, who is now lying on the floor on a big pool of blood. His mother was staring at his father with shocked red eyes. Alex stood there dumbfound. Is he dreaming? Or is... is.. is he really the mudderer of his own father!!!???

Alex kneeled down. His white school dress is now stained with blood sheds. Alex saw the body of his dead dad and then his hands. His hands were paint with his dad's blood. Alex slowly bent and checked his dad's breath with his hand infront of his father's nose. There is no exhalation of warm breath. Alex's heart now started to beat very fast. Tears has started to fall. The reality is too cruel for him. Alex's face became pale and his hands were now trembling. He took a glance at hus mom with tear filled eyes. She sat there staring at her husband with a blank face. There was no expression only tears rolled down her eyes.

Seeing this Alex cannot hold any more. This was not what he wanted. He just wanted to make things right and better for one day. Why did things turn out like this!?

Alex stood up. A hot lump rose to his throat. He need to breath. This cannot be the reality. Alex ran blindly out of the house leaving his shattered mom behind. He ran through the heavy rain and thunder and storm. He didn't wanted to be named as Mudder that to of his own father. He can never do that or neither think about that in his dreams. The reality was too hard for Alex to accept.

Alex ran to the near by park. It was empty because of the storm. He kept murmuring to himself, "I didn't killed my Dad... I'm not a mudderer... I didn't mudder anyone..." Alex saw his hands and shirt. Still staind with bloody. He went to the fountain of the park and started to wash his both hands very roughly. The rain started to pour more heavily.

Alex washed his hands. He splashed water on his wet uniform rubbing the blood stains. The blood of his hands washed away but to him, it was still red. He washed them very harshly. His hands turned pale and red veins were visible. But Alex didn't stopped.

Lastly when his hand were burning, he sat down on the stone paved wet ground of the park beside the fountain, in the storm and rain and started howling and moaning. He started to cry his heart out like a infant child cries after it's birth. He felt himself as helpless. He was dying with guilty. He didn't wanna live. He muddered his own dad. He deserves to die.

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