Before anyone asks, this blog is not about my life. Just read it. I remember Mommy and Daddy playing with me at the park.. I remember Daddy pushing me on the swing. Oh, how I loved that swing. The sun shining, a gentle breeze...wafting through the air. Carrying the gentle scent of spring with it, I felt safe, and carefree. The sounds of other children playing with their parents only gave me a greater sense of security. I also remember when mommy would take me out for a ride in my stroller. We would see all of the other happy people in the neighborhood. There would be senior-citizens that have been married much longer than I, even my own Mommy and Daddy, have been alive. They would want to play with me, and give me candy. I remember one old lady telling me that I would be a heart breaker one day. Didn't know what that meant at the time, so I shrugged it off. Everything was fine.. But one night. Sleeping in my bedroom, only illuminated by the nightlight in the corner, I heard a loud crash. I was big enough to get out of my bed to see what happened. As I slowly drug my tired body into the living room, I saw Mommy half-laying on the ground. Daddy was standing over her with one of his arms raised.. I slowly and quietly whispered, "...daddy?" When he heard this, he quickly turned to me. My mom glanced at me as well. The harsh, angry look on Daddy's face, suddenly turned soft, and regretful. "Come here, little man!" he finally spoke, as he picked me up. "I can't believe you're already 4!" As he took me back to my room, he laid me back on my toddlers bed, and whispered, "I love you, son...." As he walked away, I could hear him eventually leaving the apartment. When the door shut, I could hear Mommy heading towards my room. "Honey, are you awake?" "..yes mommy," I replied, not clearly knowing why her eyes seemed to be leaking. "Mommy, what's wrong with your eyes?" "Oh," she replied, suprised, "Well, you know whenever you get hurt, and you begin to get water on your face, from your eyes?" "Yeah?" "Well, it's only water, honey." "Oh," I replied, "well, get a face-towel and wipe your face mommy." "I will," she laughed, "now you go back to sleep," she said, as she kissed my forehead. The night always stuck in the back of my head... It had to be at least a year later...

"BANG!"

The loud sound scared me nearly to death. I walked into the living room, like the first time, to see mom in the corner. She had water on her again... But it was red. I don't remember water being red. Something must be wrong! "MOMMY!" I scream. And out of nowhere, Daddy grabs me. "SON!" he lowly growled, "I DON'T WANT YOU SEEING THINGS LIKE THIS!" With that, it became hard to breathe.. "I guess daddy wants me to sleep," I thought, "but it hurts so much..." I was suddenly awakened by another BANG. I was in the closet. I could barely open the door, but I got it. I saw the scariest thing... Daddy had the red water on him too. And Mommy had spilled a lot of it.. I walked over to Daddy, and tried to wake him up, but he didn't get up. Like usual. I guess. "Mommy," I spoke, "Mommy wake up." She didn't move either. Then, I heard a banging at the door. As the door flew open, I saw the same nice policeman that used to give me candy everytime he saw me. The words that immediately came out of his mouth were, "Oh my god..." I was taken away. I kept asking what was wrong with my Mommy and Daddy, but the policemen said they were sick. I began to believe them... Until... "Yeah, we have a homicide/suicide here," the one policeman said, "their poor kid looks like he was choked unconscious, and when I came in, he was covered in their blood." "Yeah," he spoke up again, "the father murdered the mother." I would never forget those words. My granny told me that when someone dies, it is sometimes because God wanted them. But sometimes bad people murder others. But it didn't make sense... My mom said it was only water. And so.. those words echoed over and over in my head... It's only water....it's only water...