Into The Past

The layer beneath my feet grew thicker and thicker. The continuous snow falling made it difficult to see beyond a few meters. Every step was becoming harder and harder to make with the small body of mine.

Wait, why am I outside in the first place? Doesn't matter, I have to go home as soon as possible.

*Pant* *Pant*

My breaths were becoming heavy. Losing my sense of direction, I was wandering in complete darkness. I didn't notice that the snow had stopped. Regardless, I could hardly see anything before me.

Did my eyesight get bad? I should've listened to my sister and eaten vegetables.

Eh? My sister?

I don't know why, but for a moment, the thought of my sister being dead crossed my mind.

That can't be true… because, just yesterday, she asked me to buy the new volume of the comic she's reading. My mind must be going crazy because of this darkness.

After what felt like an eternity of wandering through the snow-covered street of darkness, a faint light appeared in the distance. Although it was still far away, it gave me a glimmer of hope.

I ran toward the light as fast as I could. As I approached the light, I found that it was coming from a small wooden house in the middle of the road. I stopped to take some breaths, looked at the house, and felt the cozy and nostalgic vibe it was emitting. Felt like it was the perfect home for living in this snow-covered countryside.

Wait, this is my house. How could I forget? But why does it feel like I haven't been here for ages?

As I was just about to enter my house, I noticed a bicycle parked on the side that looked familiar.

"I'm home." -I said aloud.

"Welcome back." -I imagined hearing the familiar reply in my mind, but there was no answer. The only noise I could hear was the wood burning on the fireplace. Perhaps they were in the kitchen, I assumed.

…

The scene before my eyes felt like I had experienced it before. Like a déjà vu.

No, not quite.

Ah, I remember now.

I have experienced this exact scene play out countless times before.

My mother was lying on the floor. Blood was seeping from her chest, and her motionless eyes weren't reflecting any lights. The blood flows to my legs.

*Thud*

Something slipped from my cold hand, and a small plastic bag containing some medicines spilled on the bloody floor. I wonder if I had gone outside to buy them.

"You are already home?"

There is a person other than me in the kitchen.

He's sitting at the dining table and sipping a cup of tea, or possibly coffee.

"When I came home, she was already in this state. Maybe some thief broke into the house and did this."

He just looked at me. For instance, he had a surprised look on his face, but soon it turned back to the usual calm face.

He sighed and said-

"I see, there is no reason for me to lie to you after all. Right, my son?"

Correct, there is no need. At that time, the shock was too much for me to grasp the situation. But now, I know. That you, my father did this. Unfortunately, right now it is impossible to directly speak to him. All I can do is spectate this moment play out again.

"Do you realize what expression you are making on your face?

*Sigh* It's an evil smile.

Your eyes are covered in fear, yet your lips twist into a smile. Does seeing blood for the first time has awakened your inner blood-hungry devil?"

I couldn't even hear his voice that time, let alone understand those questions. The terror was too extreme for me to bear.

"I'm relieved that I don't have to kill you as well. But disappointed to find that you too are twisted inside."

I felt a sudden pressure on my shoulders. Out of nowhere, a pair of hands was placed on my shoulders from behind. I couldn't tell who it was.

"Did you take care of the job?"

My father asked the person who was behind me.

"Yes."

The calm and composed response belonged to my uncle.

"Take care of this mess too. And do something about him. Ensure he doesn't open his mouth, although I doubt he will do something like that."

Just as he finished speaking, I decided to look at my father before the scenario ends. But just as I blinked and was about to look up at him-

*Blaargh*

A gush of blood spilled out of my mouth, and I stared down to find a hand protruding from my chest.

To be continued…