XVI. WON SHIK

There was this one time, when I was a young boy, I stared at my mother, who was laying on the floorboards of the master's bedroom. She would always tell us that we couldn't enter the master's bedroom. She would threaten us about a monster that lived in there. But then, there could possibly be no monster!

But I was wrong.

There truly was a monster that lived there.

Both eyes twitching, I watched my mother take her last breathes as she drowned in the pool of blood. Her own blood, it seems. The whole room was soaked in red liquid. My eyes widened as I lifted my chin, only to see my father already standing beside me. He dropped his blade and crouched at my level. 

"Don't. Tell. Anyone." He reached for my face with his bloody hands. I jumped, and he gave me that smile - That one hideous smile that I would always despise. He my cheek, smothering my face with my own mother's blood. It was cold, and crimson. "What did you - " I tried asking with my shivering voice. I wanted to ask more questions, but I was cut off. His wrinkly index finger met my lip. "Hush, my boy. There's nothing to see here. You shouldn't disturb your mother for she is sleeping." I was utterly speechless - As if he had silenced me with magic.

He was the monster.

My father, sister and I were having supper at the dining hall. There was nothing but silence, and a couple of tinkling noises from the utensils. The whole room was lifeless - Dead. My sister broke the silence. "Brother..." She called my attention. She flashed a smile and brought up a topic to discuss. I guess she finally got tired of the silence we tried to endure in our everyday lives. "I was wondering... When will you - "

"No useless chatter!!!" Father stood up from his seat, stabbed the knife on the table and growled. We were both flabbergasted. "I don't want to hear any of you talk in this house!" My sister nodded, shaking. He was old... Maybe that's the reason why he was always cranky. He sat back down and ate his meal with a smile, "What delicious food."

He wasn't only old, he was insane.

It was the end of November, and my sister's having her birthday. The day before, she told me that she wanted something for her birthday. She ran to my room and woke me up just to talk about it. "You know brother, on my birthday, I would like a cake. A chocolate flavored one covered with icing and strawberries!" She exclaimed, her eyes glistening in excitement. 

I entered the house, bringing a box with a cake containing it. I couldn't wait to see my sister's reaction, but she was out of sight, as well as that godforsaken father of mine. I felt my blood rush. My heart was pumping fast. I ran through every hallway and door of the house. Something struck me - The master's bedroom. I busted open the door. And to my dismay, I was too late.

"Keep quiet Won Shik. My beautiful daughter is sleeping." He caressed all off my sister's chopped body parts. It was the same back then, back when my mother died... I fell to my knees, screamed, shouted, cried with my shrill voice in agony.

I then remembered what my sister said to me.

"But brother, do you know my real wish? ...I wish that we could both escape father's hands. I wish that we could escape hell, together."

And so she did.

600 words.

PROMPT 4. If there’s that much blood on the floor, somebody’s in trouble.

PROMPT 69. Pick three different colored crayons. Write a story on how you feel about them.

(Red - Hatred, Black - Grief, Blue - Setting of the story)