As I referred there, I lost my father (he was 25 years old) long years ago, but the story behind the tragic is really confusing.
Let me share it with you, and let me see, what do you think about it?
Months before his death, he started to hearing voices in his head. These voices were commanded him to kill himself, before he will hurt his young daughter ( me - I was 2 years old at that time ). He fell in depression because of those. My mother tried to help him, but my father reminded her about our dark family tree, and that killers from our past. Everyone was sure about my father would never hurt us. This was nonsense from those weird, unknown voices, but they did not stop, and my father believed them more and more, day by day.
So my mother was looking for a psychiatrist for him. The situation was very serious and creepy at this point. Trembling, fear from something unknown… Sometimes he was much more aggressive ( he was never, never, never was before! ), then simply collapsed. My mother taking medication to avoid sleeping, because she wanted to care of my father and to prevent his suicide attempts. Some hours ( ~6 ) before the doctor visits and before the therapy begins, my mother fell asleep. She was too tired and the hope of change was in her mind. But that was a terrible mistake. At early dawn, he went into the little building behind the house, and with his shotgun ( he was hunter ) shot himself. The reason why the others wake up was a very frightening sound. They heard my father’s heavy breathing, filled with lot of blood. They fly out and called the ambulance.
Nobody knows how, but he survived the shot. Everyone was happy, because the doctors was really good news for our family later ( although he was in critical condition ). When they was absolutely sure he was completely healed (after long-long weeks), they allowed him to go home. The final tests were all positive ( no any problem, no internal haemorrhage, he was absolutely ok ). That day relatives are helped to pack for him, but…
…unexpectedly, my father called my mother far from the others. She was really happy, she smiled, but my father is not.
― I want you to know, I love you - he started, and my mother got confused at that moment - …but I had no choice.*
She said there was nothing wrong, he is healthy now, we can live happily with each other. He just starring at her, as if he knew what was coming next.
― Please, take care of our daughter, more than your light of your eyes, love.
My mother was so confused: “What are you talking about, my love? We’ll take care of the kids together !” - she said confidently.
― Forgive me… - he whispered.
These was his last words, before he suddenly collapsed, and fell to the ground (right after these words). My mother screamed, and cried for a doctors, to save her love, my father’s life. Everything turned in chaos then.
Nobody knows why, or how, but he died. The doctors were clueless behind the case. even autopsy did not answer, because there was no biological reason to death.
My mother completely collapsed after her love’s death, and because of the trauma (maybe?) she did not even care of me or my brother at all. She did not do what my father had asked for… so I have to grew up without any care, or feeling of love. It made me stronger.
( After his death, I started to see dark figures, even figures with glowing red and yellow eyes around me. The relatives did not tell me his death at this time, but I remember things from earlier too. I’m sure when I saw the first one, he was deceased already, and because I was totally alone all the time, I started to accept and enjoy their company. )
Questions are still swirls in my head.
Is he really got killed by "Spirits?
Is they really saved me from my father, from our family curse, or it was nothing more just a negative outrage against us, or… it was an important thing in my life, a “plan”?