The darkness fills my pupils. I don't know where I am running but I know who I am running from. I drag my sister so she does not fall behind as we run. We climb a tall cupboard. It seems that the place metamorhosizes into an apartment. Recognizable space--grandfather's from father's side, i.e. the Roznovans. He stares at us from down there, with a piercing almoust hypnotic look filled with force. He waits for a second and then says "come down girls. Daddy won't hurt you. I'm just trying to cure you."
"no"
"listen, I'm just gonna inject this very quickly. It won't hurt!"
I look and I realize that the shot is just air. I know what that means.
I can't take it anymore. I know that he is old and he won't keep up. I decide to challenge him. I jump and run as fast as I can. I see everything is slow. I run.
He tries.
Chase.
Me.
Him.
Run outside. Trick him. Close the door. Lock it fast. Faster before he stops me. He is outside. I am inside.
After a while curiosity takes over. Why did it quiet down? Is he still there? What did he leave behind: his smell, a note, a shoe print, the still. And I decide to open the door and see. We see what we did not expect: he melted. The only thing left was a pile of cloth.
Suddenly, we receive a hundred calls at the same time. We choose not to answer. We listen to the voicemail. The calls were from european countries calling us so we could settle dad's dept or take his belongings etc.
A murder. I did it. No we did it. Me and him. No more separate. A one.
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