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SF-HG| All Gone

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After checking in on the cattle, I returned to the small farmhouse my mother, father and I called home. The months were growing colder, so I had the job of making sure the cattle had plenty of feed within their reach. It was a tedious job, but I enjoyed it. It was peaceful and briefly took me away from the stressful life I live at home. Though, when I began to walk through the iron gate, I knew something was wrong. My mother was standing on the porch, fighting tears from her tired eyes. She was shaking almost uncontrollably as I made my way up the steps. My silence showed her no comfort as I saw a sob build up inside of her ready to burst out any second. 

My father had been sick the past few days. He was getting worse and worse off.. and by the looks of it, my mother had to come to terms with the fact that he was dying. She had tried so hard to push the thoughts away that when the time drew closer, she lost her composure. I put my arms around her, but my eyes were focused on the door. I only held her for a moment before making my way through the old storm door. She tried to call after me, but her voice didn't come to her. 

I slowly made my way through the house that had so recently and suddenly been turned into a hospital. Making my way back to my parents' room made my mind fill with dread. I had no idea what I was walking into, but I had to man up and face whatever was behind that old wooden door. My shaky fingers grasped at the door knob and slowly twisted it. My feet seemed to know what to do for my mind was too clouded to decide. I stepped forward, pushing the door open with a quiet creak. 

There, on the bed, lay the withered husk that was once my father. His strong, hard living body was now frail to the touch, so much that I fear of breaking him when I tenderly hold his weak head up so he can eat. 

I couldn't find words as I stood staring at his limp body. I only meekly grasped his hand to say my final goodbyes, for my throat was too tight for me to speak. I ran a shaky hand along his graying hair before stepping back. During this time, my mother had found her way into the room. She walked past me, slipping onto the bed before collapsing in a sobbing heap across him. She clung to him, her fingers grasping at the shirt on his now still chest. Tears found their ways into my eyes and I stepped out of the room. I walked mindlessly to the porch before easing my way down on the steps. Looking around at the pastures that I had once ridden through alongside him, I couldn't help but shake my head to try and deny the fact he was gone. He was fine that past monday... why would he...

My thoughts were interrupted by a scream from inside. Jumping up, I ran inside  to the room I had left my mother in moments before.  Swinging the door open, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest to a sight that all but floored me. My mother was leaning against the wall, holding a bloodied hand to her throat. Tears streamed down her face to mix with the blood that was now gushing from in-between her thin fingers. I stood in shock, staring wordlessly at the figure that was now turning its attention towards me. My father was standing, but he was hunched over. His hands were reaching out, but they were not kind. His eyes gazed at me, but they were not his own. They were dead and glazed over. When he finally found his voice, it was nothing but disgruntled urks and wheezy groans. 

As if by instinct, I lunged for the sawed off he had always kept by his bed. Wheeling around, I stared dead at the monster that was making its way towards me. Its beard was soaked in my mother's blood, its chomping teeth hungrily gnashing as it neared me.. staring at it made me sick. I hate it. I want it to disappear. 

With a squeeze of the left trigger, I got my wish. Blood splattered along the rosy walls and on me as I watched the crumpled figure fall. I looked over to my mother, tears welling up in my eyes as I saw her struggling to breath. 

"W-Warren.." She gurgled to me, "P-please.. use it..." She couldn't finish it, but.. I knew what she meant. I glanced down at the gun before shakily and sluggishly raising it. I looked her in the eyes, tears streaming down my face as I saw the light fading.

BOOM!

My hands released the gun, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. I couldn't hold myself up anymore. My knees buckled underneath me and I fell, slamming my back against the wall as I hit the floor. My clothes were bloody, and I felt the sickening warmth on my face that reminded me all too well what had just occurred. I didn't even care to wipe the blood off... I just hung my head as fresh tears found their way to the light. I sat in the hell that was once my home, sobbing over the two I have ever loved that were taken away from me in one fell swoop.

"I'm sorry.."


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Well... This is Warren's past. I'm really pleased with how it turned out, and I only hope you guys like it as well <3 some of the splatters were brushes, others I painted myself XD mix and match ;p I like how it turned out though and I can't help but feel sorry for the boy. I hate seeing men cry :( 

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