he limped into the room, the shards of glass wedged between his skin sending warmth down his legs as blood trickled down him. he grabbed onto cupboards, pushing himself throughout the kitchen towards the phone. "what have i done.. i.. i cant tell him- he cant know- he would be devastated.. im so sorry pa-" his thoughts was cut off by the loud, what felt like frantic ringing from the phone. it shot him back into his senses, which he wish would never happen. he limped towards the living room, the crimson tail he left staining the carpet as the tiles glistened in the blood. "You have: 63 missed calls" the monotone voice said, it felt mocking to him and he reached out to it, screaming in pain as he grasped the phone, the grass in his palm being pushed deeper. "please.. not him please god no.." The phones ringing noise that had became a clear in the storm that was his mind being snapped as a harsh, angry voice pierced the air. yet it was filled with sorrow and pain, he knew it was, a cold tear slipping down his