That was when it had begun, the spontaneous screams at midnight coming from the kitchen, the scream of a young man. The woman quickly got up from where she was and ran towards the kitchen. He met the young man with blood on his hands.
The young man said to the woman in front of him, "All he wanted me to do it all!" The woman was there trying to take the knife from her hand so that it would not hurt her eyes any more...but things got worse.
Two days ago...the weather was humid, it seemed like it was going to rain, but still the sky was sunny. Young Barnaby, 15, wore a blue shirt, black shoes, black trousers and a tie. Who could she expect in her stylish clothes? Of course her mother is Mrs Gray... Her mother had been abroad for two years due to her work situation, so Barnaby was going to surprise her mother at the airport with a flower in her hand, straightening her tie and styling her hair. He wanted to look good to his mother.
Looking at the flowers in his hand, "My mother will be delighted to see the purple violets in my hand."
Suddenly a tall, blond-haired, brown-eyed woman entered the door.
Seeing her son, Miss Gray quickly hugged her, then caressed her head and said, "You've grown so much in two years, you've been almost as much as me."
Then Barnaby and her mother got into the car and headed home. When they started approaching the house, Barnaby had seen that girl again. Girl with black hair and blue dress. The girl whose face she could never see. When they got home, he had entered the house hoping that his father would do nothing. Fortunately his drunken, aggressive father was asleep. Barnaby had a strange habit, he would go out to his room without saying a word, lock his door and black out something on his desk. This was usually because of his father because he used to beat his son under the pretext of taking a drink. He did this to escape from his father. He was such a father, and his father would beat him when his mother tried to resist him. That's why he was happy that his mother came. After all, he had lasted with his father for two years.
Barnaby had rushed to his room and locked his door. His mother again found it strange, as he had not seen this habit that his son had always made for two years. After a while, Barnaby was taking out his notebook again and scribbling something. From time to time he would come to the window to see if that girl was there. for almost eight years the girl had always been there in the same place, in the same clothes. How could the girl never grow up? Barnaby has always been asking this question. Whenever she tried to look at the girl's face, she always looked the other way. She had always seen that girl since she was seven years old. But he had never been to that girl. He could not be patient anymore, he was very curious. She was so curious that she was always drawing that girl in her notebook.
It was night while Barnaby was drawing like this for a while, and when he realized that it was time to sleep, he closed his eyes. But again, the shouts of his father and mother were coming from below, and he continued his sleep, ignoring them. Barnaby was dreaming again, something was rattling at night, always mumbling the same things. He was suddenly awake with a start, panting. "Again, the same dream, I see this every day...When will this end? That girl is always in my dream… why are you always in my dream? ”Barnaby said it as if that girl was with him, because he always felt this, he felt that girl with him. Barnaby stood up from his bed and came to the window to see if that girl was there. And it was there.
Likewise, he was there every hour. Then he went back to his bed, pulled the duvet on it, and went back to sleep. After a while he woke up again with a start, but this time it was not a dream Something awoke him so he was peeking in his room. Suddenly something appeared on the right side of the door, Barnaby squinting and slowly dangling his feet from the bed. His eyes were blurry for no reason, he was seeing things, but he could not understand because his eyes were blurred. The moment he started getting better, he immediately got up and tried to understand what was happening...
"You...you are that girl, you are the girl standing there all the time." She saw the little girl's face for the first time, her eyes tied in black bandages, Barnaby wondered why her eyes were bandaged.
"Why are you wearing bandages in your eyes?" The girl approached Barnaby's ear and said in a quiet and clear voice,
"Because I stabbed a knife in my own eye." Barnaby was so surprised at this that it was like that for a minute or two. "You… why did you do this?"
"Because...for peace, you want it too, right?" Barnaby didn't like what the girl said, but all she wanted was peace, she was right, and she wanted it. But he was too afraid to do this. but an inner voice wanted him to do this. Something constantly wanted him to do this.
"I know what you want, do it. Then you'll find peace." He was going to the kitchen as if someone was controlling him. He had reached the kitchen, took a long and thin knife in his hand and gently pulled it into his eye, he was slowly sinking into his own eye, and blood was running slowly from his eye...He was screaming very violently, then his mother. He heard a very violent scream from the kitchen, a scream of pain. Her mother straightened up from where she was and ran towards the kitchen, meeting Barnaby with blood on her hands. His mother shouted in fear, trying to take the knife from Barnaby's hand.
"Drop that one, Barnaby!"
"No! She asked me to do this!"
He pushed his mother to the ground violently. He pushed so hard that his mother's head started bleeding...
"No, no! Mother!"
Barnaby could not see but felt that he was hurting his motherShe was crying blood, her eyes were hurting, her heart was also hurting, she was trying to touch her mother, when she touched it, she immediately pulled back her hand...her hand was covered with blood...It was her mother's blood.
"Did I...killed...my mother?" Not even a second later was a whisper in his ear. That girl was calling out. Everything was his fault
"Because of you!"
"No, it's not because of me. I'm not the killer, it's you, Barnaby." Barnaby stood up slowly and tried to see. but he could not see, he had already hurt his eyes.
"Where are you ?! Meet me?!"
"I'm here already, but you don't see it." The little girl grinned as she said this, Barnaby put his hands on his face and pulled his hair.
"No shut up! Don't talk! Shut up!"
"You wanted peace"
"This is not peace! I didn't want to kill my mother!"
"I know you wanted to kill your father, you still have a chance. Kill your father."
A few minutes later his father had come home, he was in the living room and there were voices from the kitchen, his father moved forward to look into the kitchen, but the view opposite shocked him.
"You! What were you...?!" Barnaby still had the knife in his hand, but could not see, felt his father, but could not see.
That girl whispered, "Let me handle this."
She was controlling Barnaby again, headed in the direction of her father and walked over. and he slipped the knife into his stomach.
"There it is, Barnaby, you killed your father."
Barnaby heard his father's scream. Strangely enough, he enjoyed it...then he took the knife out of his stomach and threw it to the ground.
"I killed him..." Barnaby had a tearful face, but also a grinning face.
After a while, Barnaby was climbing the stairs to go to the bathroom. When she got to the sink, she had taken the first aid kit and removed a bandage.
He tied the bandage around and said, "What will happen now?"
"Get out and wait for me." Barnaby was also slowly descending the stairs in the same way, when he came to the front of the door, he turned the doorknob and left the house. He hoped there would be nobody out because he was covered in blood.
"I'm behind you..." Barnaby turned around when he heard the thin voice. The little girl was standing right in front of her.
"Nobody can see us anymore, Barnaby, you don't have to be afraid"
"What do you mean?"
"You are at peace like me now."
Barnaby still did not understand, but still did not object. He felt very sorry for his mother but it was satisfying for his father.
Barnaby had never asked the little girl her name, she thought it was time.
"What is your name?"
The little girl took Barnaby's hand and started walking.
"My name is Millie." Barnaby had calmed down.
But he missed his mother, but he would overcome it and try to feel less upset. He would try to get better. Millie and Barnaby walked down that road and then disappeared. Everything about Barnaby was erased, his face in the photographs was scribbled, scratched and torn. Her face was wiped off in every photograph. In short, it was gone.