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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” My mother asked, washing the last dish of our dinner. This was the first time in two years that I’ve seen her, the kindest, most patient, most understanding woman in the world. My father really scored with her. “This is what I’ve been training for.” This was also the meeting that I told her I was re-opening the case of my father’s death. She sighed, clearly not happy with my decision, just shook her head slowly and continued her cleaning.

I was a really shitty son, worrying my mother like that. That’s probably why when I was seven, my father got taken away from me. All I remember was blood and broken objects everywhere, as I stood in the middle of the kitchen hurt, confused, and covered in my own blood and others.

Ever since that day, I decided to become a detective. The best one in the world, to find out what really happened. When I opened the case file, there were a lot of things that weren't adding up, or even worse, obvious things that fit perfectly together. Why was this case handled so sloppily? Eventually, it came to light the only thing I could really do is try to find my dad’s body. I felt, after that one, this case would just blow right open.

I eventually went to my old house, which oddly enough it was for sale. Apparently it had trouble keeping an owner, even before realtors started covering up the gruesome incident. After a thorough investigation of the house, I didn’t find anything. Obviously, forensic evidence was long gone, and so much has changed since he moved out of here when he ten. I sat in the middle of the floor, eventually dozing off into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I did so in a cold sweat and feeling panicky. Nothing was around me, however, it was much darker Thanks to the clouds darkening in the sky and the sun going down. I slowly stood up, before looking at the small shed in back. I could never remember actually being in there as a kid. I slowly walked out to the extremely muddy backyard until I reached the unpolished wood of the shed, the shed being only a bit larger than an average sized porta potty. Right as I was identifying some strange object on the ground, looking like it was freshly unburied, I heard a loud, low, smack and I fell over.

When I woke up, very familiar smells of blood and woods rushed back to me, making me almost think I was a seven year old again. When I opened his eyes, I saw the back of his mother in front of a large furnace. “Mom….?” She turned around, almost not looking like my mother. I stayed silent until she broke away. Suddenly, anger coursed through me. “Did you do it?! Did you kill my father and your husband?” A snarl, before she turned towards me. “No, YOU DID. You ruined our lives, and you still are to this day aren’t you? I stared at her, honestly surprised, before she turned around again. “All I had was you and your father… And you proved to be nothing but a handful.” Before I had time to react, a knife was in my gut before it was violently jerked out. The last thing I saw, was my mother hovering over me. “I told you you weren't ready..” She muttered, before sitting down and putting my head on her lap. “Hush little baby don’t say a word….”