An Odd Dream- Grumbo

Messed Up

(Mumbo's about 16)

I left the store with my father. I looked at my watch, it was running quite late,10:00. We should hurry home it wasn't really the best part of town after all.

Someone put a knife to my neck.
I saw that there was a hooded man who put a gun to my father's head.

CLICK
BANG

The sudden adrenaline burst allowed me to elbow the woman behind me and punch the man as hard as could in the face.

I picked up the gun.

And as simple as that the man was dead.

But the woman escaped.

I ran up to my father who took a bullet strait through the forehead.

He was dead.

He was dead.

He was DEAD.

Dead...

I grabbed the phone from my pocket and dialed 911.

(Back to current events)

"Grian, you d-don't understand.."

"WHAT DON'T I UNDERSTAND HUH?"

"Everything.."

I started to cry.

"Y-You're the only one I have left Grian!"

"Mumbo, what are you talking about?" He said seeming to be able to grasp reality again.

"Grian.. y-you're really more than you think you are.."

"Mumbo I'm not special."

"Mumbo.. I'm not important."

"Grian, I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you later I guess.." he said disappointed that things had ended up this way.

"Mumbo... do you h-hate me?" He said with tears flowing down his face.

"I could never Grian."

I couldn't leave him, but would he if he found out I killed someone?

I hugged the small man and he put his face in my chest.

Knock knock

Grian pulled away from the hug.

"Who is it Grian?" I asked.

He opened the door to a woman with cuts and bruises all over her.

"Marina.. what are you doing here?"
Grian seemed really concerned.