Death is one of the most mysterious thinks in the whole world. What do people feel while dying? Maybe it’s pain? Of fear? Or relieve that it’s the end? But even if for someone it was relieve.. for you it was hell

Your parents are divorced, your mother didn’t want to take you with herself so she left you with father-Frederick. He wasn’t the best parent at all. His best friend was alcohol and only on some weekdays he was sober.

For you, a 6 year old kid, it was disgusting. The house smelled of alcohol, cigarettes and dirt. But that wasn’t the worst thing. You calculated which days Frederick was sober, which days it was best not to go near him. And one day you came over Frederick, asking him to play as you held the teddy bear. He looked at you annoyed, muttering “How I’m tired of you already. It would be much better if you didn’t exist at all.” After that he took you by the hair and led you to the bathroom. He slammed you hard against the walls and glass, and drowned you in the bath

When he sobered up, he realized what had happened and decided to stop drinking, but he was plagued by the visions.

Frederick started hearing some noise, laughs and words, he heard you.

Another night, Frederick woke up as he heard some knocks on his door. He came closer to the door and opened it. His eyes widened in shock and fear as he stepped back, seeing you. You were pale with dark circles around your eyes, but still looked like yourself. “The hell are you..”