Copyright© The Game of Revenge •2024 by thewomanoftales. All rights reserved. No part of the publication may be reproduce, distributed, downloaded or copied without the prior written permission of the author.

𝐊 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐀 𝐋 𝐋-

My hands are heavy. I can't feel my body as if I am dreaming. My brain isn't processing anything. My hands are so heavy that I can't lift them.

Everything I can think of is the man Right infront of me, my father. He isn't moving. Seems like he is s-sleeping. His chest have two bullet holes while dry blood is all over.

His white shirt has now turned red. Dark red. “D-dad?” my voice came out as a whisper, audible to him but he didn't response. “Dad?” Again, he didn't.