Imperfect

21. All Falls Down

All Falls Down by Alan Walker

'Cause when it all falls down, then whatever

When it don't work out for the better

If it just ain't right, and it's time to say goodbye

When it all falls down, when it all falls down

I'll be fine

I'll be fine

You're the drug that I'm addicted to

And I want you so bad, but I'll be fine

Fayth

Mum screams, but I silence her.

This is it. I'm not taking shit from them anymore.

Stop! stop, Kyle, a voice in my head screams.

But I can't go back to the time when I used to love these people for being my parents. I can't go back to the time when I believed that everything would be okay so long as I stayed filial to them. I can't. I tried so long, but nothing ever happened.

I stumble into a corner of the room, clapping my hands over my ears and tucking my knees to my chest, shaking. I watch as Kyle picks up a bottle lying around on the floor, slashing it through the air at Dad. Mom is crying, but Dad is just staring up at Kyle, daring him to do more. The bottle hits Dad on the arm, small shards of glass falling. Little rainbows shining in the light. MY hands fall away from my ears. A smile forms across Kyle's face, but his eyes are mirthless.

Time for revenge.

Remember, Dad? Remember how I used to love you, thought you were the best father in the world? But you never loved us, did you? Kyle stops here and clears his throat. I wanted-I hoped you would change. But I was wrong like always, wasn't I? Because people like us never change for the better, remember what you said? Kyle presses a knife to his throat; a single bead of blood forms. After a moment, he pulls away, scowling. Don't think I'm letting you off so easy, he cautions Dad.

He knocks him out with the knife's handle as I drag Mum, knocked out, to the forest.

Kyle ties them up. I bring water to wake them up.

Let's have some fun.

The knife trails down "Mum"'s arm. The blood's everywhere now, covering the whole of her arm. Kyle can't help laughing, and there's a sudden lightness in my chest. This feels so good after everything we've been through. The terrified look in their eyes, the pleading, it almost makes me feel bad, but it's too late to turn back, and neither will I after all these years of keeping everything into me.

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We finish burying the last of what used to be our parents, and get up. My eyes sting, but there's no going back anymore. There's no bringing back dead people. I don't know what I've actually done, was just so caught up in the moment.

I run through the forest, back to the house ,into the kitchen, desperately scrubbing at the blood stains on my hands, trying to erase every trace of what I've just done, although there's a little voice in my mind reminding me that it's impossible.

But sometimes it's just easier to please people even if you don't want to do something.

When I get back to the living room, Kyle tells me he's already called the police. My chest tightens, then I try to reassure myself.

I can pretend. Anyway, I've had so much practice.

Yep. Mum and Dad--went missing.