I was in a dark room when I woke up from mental heaven or hell. The thing is that although I must have been in deep sleep, it only took a scrap of falling paint on the wall to wake me. I soon realised I was in my own room, the TV was on. It took sometime for me to fully realise, that a video was playing over and over again. The video seemed familiar, could it have been a childhood memory?
It was pitch black outside, there was a women who looked very weary and a man. She had a defiant gleam in her eyes (which reminded me of my own eyes), and she was speaking in a calm way. The man lifted a gun to her temple, out of nowhere a young man came out of the trees. He had the same kind of thick and curly hair that I did. He stared deciding what to do next, it was obvious that the women about to be shot was related to him. From the door of a nearby building a boy came out, running and screaming wildly. He accidently hits the man with the gun. The gun man on impact turns around facing the young man with thick and curly hair, and pulls the trigger of the gun. It does not hit the boy but the young man
My dad.
And the real murderer was Julian.
Yes Julian.
His curly hair couldn't be mistaken for anybody else's, and his scar by the side of his left ear was visible.
It was him.
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