I couldn't understand anything. Why that text appeared, why a door opened, why a person was pointing a gun at me.
None of them made sense.
Time felt slow the second I heard a loud gunshot. I actually couldn't see the bullet, but it felt like I did. At least I saw where the bullet went.
To my Dad.
The gun was pointed at my father's head.
I saw a bullet penetrating his skull. It entered and exited from the opposite side.
Blood splashed all over me. My face, my clothes. With a reflex, I closed my eyes, but after opening them, blood started to drip there too.
Because of the confusion, my mouth was slightly open. Blood also splashed into my mouth.
I could feel the iron taste, but couldn't understand what was going on.
My father's head suddenly dropped on my shoulder with all its weight.
Following that, I felt his arms loosen. He would fall on the ground if I weren't holding him.
I was still holding him between my arms, so he started to weigh me down, so I kneeled.
As these happened, I saw the hand that came through the door disappear into the darkness it came.
The door closed. Disappeared.
I slowly looked to my right, saw my dad's head over my shoulder.
I wanted to call him, but I couldn't. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. At least I thought.
"D- d- dad!" I called finally, forcing myself to say it.
"Dad, what happened?" I asked, still confused and not understanding the situation I am in.
I tried to pull myself away from him. As I did, I saw him falling over me, so I held him from his shoulders, trying to keep him upright. While doing this, I also dropped the paper I was holding.
"Dad? Dad?" I continued to call with the hope of an answer.
He was in front of me as if he were sitting with his legs folded under him.
Using one hand, I tried to lift his head.
The scene I saw was more horrific than anything I have ever seen.
His face was scattered into pieces. He didn't have a nose but a hole instead of it. The front of his skull was destroyed, damaging his eyes. Even the left eye has left its place and moved a little to the right.
The inner part of his skull could be seen, including his brain.
Just now I realized that some of his brain parts have splashed over me. Some small white pieces all over my right side of my face and my shoulder as well.
I started to feel nauseous because of the scene I saw. It was so horrific that my body reacted faster than my brain.
My eyes were open, and I couldn't close them from the shock. I couldn't understand what was going on even though everything was obvious.
My father was shot and now he is dead.
"Dad, dad, DAD!" I screamed as tears started to run down my blood-splashed face.
"Dad, please, don't die. Hey, heal him. Now, heal him. Please," I started to beg to unknown person.
"Please, I beg you. Please heal him. I know you can. Please! You promised me. You promised me their safety. You said nothing will happen. Heal him now!"
I continued to beg as I hugged my dad's soulless body.
"You promised me! You said you would leave them alone!"
As I continued to take all my sadness out while holding my dad, the paper showed a new text.
It was hard to read from where I was since the floor was painted in my father's blood, including the paper.
Seeing the text change, I grabbed the paper without leaving my dad's body.
"As I said, I have no business with someone who is less loved by you. I want these games to be as fun as possible. And they will be. I expect you to have the same confidence you had back then because I am just starting.
Be ready for the next game."
I didn't understand the text.
I tried to read again, but blood and tears had covered my eyes on a level that all I had was red, blurry vision.
I was looking around in a most hopeless situation I have been in.
Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?
But most important of them all was…
"Who are you, God damn it?!" I said as I hugged my dad even tighter.