The Dark Silent Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: April 21, 2019

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The Dark Silent Night
 

I have not yelled for a long time. As it was throat killing and was useless. But today I yelled again. At 1:35 am, not long after I was about to fall asleep. My throat hurt but this time it was not useless. Because it sopped a string of screams that I used to hear at nights through out my life. After that, everything was as quite as a grave. 

 
'Shut up! Woman. You only speak when I tell you to speak! Do you understand that?' My dad rammed his bedroom's door open at 1:04 am and yanked the blanket away. 'What did you say? I stink?'' He unzipped himself and pressed his big, fat belly on top of my mom. "Haven't I told you enough: Don’t ask me, 'Where have you been?'" he said.
 
A fit of female screeches escaped from their room. They pierced into every nook and cranny of the house included my ears, looking for refuges. My ears were small. I could not take them all. Quickly I covered my ears with a noise-canceller earphone and turned the rock-and-roll music up to keep those screeches at bay. 
 
It was a normal drama whenever my dad drank. I had begged, cried or screamed to express my disagreements in the past. But each time my bruised face proved that it was useless.
 
'You are just a woman,' said my dad, 'same as your mom!' 
 
''Yap. I am just a woman. You bustard.' I said to myself. 
 
This time the screams came in a torrent, despite my hands pressing tight against the earphone, my ears became victims. Thinking the time had come, I stood up and went to the kitchen first, for some water and some preparation, then I went to their bedroom. 
 
Like the singer singing her aria from my earphone, I stepped inside their room and, with all my might, I yelled loudly at him while the earphone was still on.
 
What did I say? Only the God knew. 
 
Slowly I approached my dad. One minute later my mom's panicky scream stopped. Two minutes later my dad’s heart stopped. His body was no more on top of my mom but on the floor.  
 
Looking at them, I thought finally I could have my first real slight night.
 
I picked up my iPhone and called 000. I thought there must have someone will listen to a woman.
 
‘You said you killed your dad with a knife?’ said the policeman on duty. 
 
'That is correct.'
 
'Um. 13 years old, is that what you said you are?’ 
 
‘Yes.’
 
'You are just a girl! Don’t make such a joke to a policeman. Go to bed and have a good night.’

 

 


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