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I wake up and walk out of my room, stretching away my tiredness. I pause my walk to the kitchen in front of my mother’s office. I see the back of her head in working away at the computer, her chair blocking her body.
“Good morning, Mother,” I say, suddenly realizing there is a faint smell coming from the room, “you should take a break and shower, you smell,” I say this with loving snark. She does not respond though, but I shrug it off and continue my stroll to the kitchen. At the end of the hallway, I see my father’s back sitting at the kitchen table.
“Good morning, father,” I say. He also does not respond with that I take a moment to stare at him. After a few heartbeats, his torso falls to the ground blood pooling. His head turns to me, glassy dead eyes stare at me. I freeze for a second, not know what to do, but seeing my father’s upper half in a pool of blood makes me rush back to my room. Something more gruesome greets me as I open my door. Blood covered my room bodyparts strewn all around. My eyes wander to the head in the middle of the room. I look at it. Its face was no longer there, exposing its muscles, but gazing into its eye; I realize something: they are mine.