"Who is it?", I called from inside...
no reply..
I repeated myself, maybe they didn't hear me but still..
no reply..
"Stand the hell back", I heard my father's voice from behind me call out. "There's some-", making eye-contact with my dad all of a sudden became one of the scariest things known to human existance. He looked dead serious and had a damn gun in his hand. I looked at my mother desperate to know what was going on but no-one said a word.
My mother's warm hands grasped onto my hand and pulling me to her side. My dad slowly unlocked the door, the lock making a loud echo which filled the silent room..
All of a sudden the door swinged open to a middle age man, he seemed to be around his 30s, staring at us. His eyes didn't shut for a millisecond. They both stared at each other until we made eye-contact..
Me staring at him.. him staring at me.
He pointed his crocked index finger towards me, beckoning me to come forward.. As I didn't move, he suddenly launched at my father tackling him to the ground. He in an instant pulled the trigger setting off a bullet that crashed right through his skull. A river of blood emerged onto our white carpet, staining it for dear life. My mouth dropped, my eyes scared, my soul gone.. I had no words..
"What did you do..."