Dylan's POV
I knelt next to my dad's dead body
His wounds weren't healing
I kept shaking him
I didn't say a word, not wanting to attract the person that did this to him
He coughed
I grinned, knowing there was hope he would survive
'I have to get him outta here' I thought then tried carrying him.
It didn't work so I pulled his body
I got to the door but before I could open it, I felt a sharp pierce on my back
I felt stings follow then felt like I was being burnt
I couldn't even react to the pain
I was paralyzed
I heard chuckles when I dropped on the floor
Felt like a combination of voices
I couldn't tell which gender
I struggled to breathe
I tried calming myself so I could focus on my vision which was now blurred
I had to see the murder's face
I looked at him...or her but saw nothing
I couldn't see 'its' face