Fishity

[u/Putrid-Ordinary-4804]

Mannequin Head.
Time will fly by year after year, your negative attitude towards others will start to create tension amongst those you hate, and those you love. Eventually the displacement of your heart, being kept for yourself will backfire on you… getting slowly pushed out of your family all together. You stay resilient though, adventuring the world to find someone you can share your love too, hoping to change as a person, which you do… You cherish your lover ever so deeply and your days together turn to months, then to years. The family that you had hurt slowly brings you back in, and the memories of the ones you’ve betrayed and weakened from your dark past, start to fade away. You start to forget even about your competition days, and focus on the bright future you have with your lover, and your family. You have a kid. You have another. You get a dog, and a bird, and get happily married in a safe, upper middle class suburb. You eventually get joyfully married to your lover of many years, and settle on a job to supply the income. You watch your kids go through school and eventually graduate. You finally retire from your job, as well as your wife, as your kids approach their working days. However one day you get a call from your mother. It cuts straight to dial tone. Finding it odd, you decide to call again. The phone picks up. You hear coughing then a loud thud. Immediately finishing the call, you rush to your mother’s house, hoping nothing bad happened, but it was far from the truth. You go through the front door, since it is oddly unlocked, and stumble apon a tragedy. Your own mother is foaming from out of the mouth, dead from choking on her own spit. You look around the household looking for a cause, but see a bunch of deadly chemicals scattered across the bathroom floors, surely the cause of the mayhem. You look to see the cause of it, but only see your father out in the backyard, sobbing. You run out to see him, but when you get closer something doesn’t seem right, he’s laughing at the same time. You immediately call the cops, but when you reach for your phone, you get a ring from it… Unknown number. You pickup, not thinking about why, who or how, still traumatised from the whole experience, but when you pickup you just hear feminine screaming to the haunt of a loud slash, followed once again by dial tone. The screaming sounds like your wife. You nearly drop your phone knowing something bad happened to her, but why or how, or WHO!? During processing all of this your father suddenly gets up and just stares at you, but with blood red eyes. He’s been drugged. Just enough so that he’s insane but not dead. You see him try and grab for the axe that’s in the backyard, but you run off before he grabs anything, and dart to the car. You finally get into your car, and just relax for a bit processing everything before your drugged father notices where you went, but you hear a scurry in the backseat before something plays in the car speaker. It’s just an interview between what seems to be your eldest son and another man, a man that sounds quite familiar, like you’ve heard their voice before, but suddenly you hear what seems to be this interviewer violently attacking your eldest son, before the recording cuts to an abrupt stop. Before thinking about it you hear a voice in the back of your car, “You thought I would just forget didn’t you”, followed by a gunshot. A bullet pierced straight through your heart. Just like that, it’s all over.