I was just sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast. For a boy like me with a prosthetic face, it's impossible to eat, But I try. Father ran out of the bedroom to grab some water, then went back to the room. "When are you and mother coming out?" I asked father. "Only 5 more minutes, Sal," he said, then went back into the room. So, I waited...And waited...And waited. I stared at the bedroom door where my mother and father. Then suddenly, from the bottom of the door, blood came out like a waterfall into the living room. I walked over to the door, blue pigtails bouncing as I walk, curious of what had happened. I was looking worried, but it was really hard to tell with a mask over my face. but my crystal blue eyes showed my fear. I put my hand on the knob, slowly opening the door. When the door was completely open, the room didn't look like mother and father's room anymore. The room was dark, but there was a flickering light at the end of the room. Blood was spreading across the floor, staining my shoes. I entered the room slowly, but when i was in, the door suddenly shut behind me. When i turned around the door disappeared in the blink of an eye. I turned back around to the room and called out, "Mother... Father...?" I walked down toward the light, wondering if it was a bad idea. On the wall, in blood, it said "IT'S YOUR FAULT". I kept walking to the light, eyes widened. Above the light, there was a person in a bed covered with a white sheet. I put my hand on the sheet and slowly uncovered the body. When the body was visible, well, I don't think you wanna know who it was....