Chapter 7
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It had been years.
He was finally going to see me.
"Baby, Daddy missed you so much!"
"Baby, should Daddy come pick you up?"
I wanted to surprise him.
I was thinking of his wedding.
I wanted him to move on, didn't want to affect his ceremony.
I never expected this kind of surprise.
Never expected our final meeting would be with me made into a porcelain doll.
He didn't even recognize me. He just buried me.
The horror on the screen made everyone in the room tremble.
The person who'd called the police earlier called again, yelling for them to hurry, there was a madman here.
Now, this madman had been grabbed by her 'friends.
' They started jabbing the scissors at her.
Blood gushed.
The once pure white wedding was stained with so much blood.
She still tried to call for my father to save her.
But soon, she couldn't make a sound.
Dad kicked her, her joints shattered under his foot.
Police sirens wailed outside.
Someone cursed, "Who the hell called the cops!"
"We have to avenge Chloe!"
"Scum like this deserve to die!"
My father had security unlock the main doors.
Many started fleeing, but some remained.
I felt Dad growing colder and colder.
I wished he would leave too, not stay here.
But he shouted.
"All of you, get out!"
"Unless you want to stay and be buried with my daughter!"
"You have until this song finishes to run!"
The wedding hall filled with the nursery rhyme Dad, Mom, and I all loved.
Black black sky, hanging low, bright bright stars follow…
People started running for their lives.
A few bodyguards tried to stay, but my father threw a knife at them.
"Get out!"
"All of you, get out!"
"Lock the doors!"
The bodyguards left, gritting their teeth.
The women still tried to crawl away, but they couldn't escape now.
Earlier, the objects thrown by the guests had already broken their limbs.
Dad, holding me, stepped on one of the crawling friends.
"Is it fun, Chloe!"
"It's fun, right?"
I watched Dad sinking deeper into madness.
I knew this time, no one could pull him back.
Before I was born, my father was a man with bipolar disorder.
Then he met my mother.
With her love and gentleness, like the nursery rhyme, she healed him.
They married and had me!
He wasn't great with kids, made Mom angry.
Mom soothed him, soothed me. His condition slowly improved.
Until the crash. Mom shielded me with her life.
With her last breath, she said to me, "Chloe, don't cry. Save your Daddy."
"Daddy is so pitiful."
"Mommy loves you both."
I broke my own leg free, used every ounce of strength to drag Dad to safety.
I was afraid Dad would relapse… I knew he always felt guilty toward me and Mom.
I knew Dad loved me, just like Mom loved me, just like I loved them.
But now, I was powerless.
The main doors were locked shut.
Dad, holding me, swallowed the key.
I knew he didn't want to live anymore.
The police outside issued warnings, begging Dad to let them go, not to do anything stupid.
Dad looked coldly at the women on the floor.
He methodically began the final step.
The thing they had so cruelly done to me!
I couldn't bear to watch!
My heart screamed for him to stop.
But he couldn't hear.
The women on the floor wrote pleas in their own blood, a scene so familiar.
I knew Dad had gone mad.
"Daddy, stop!"
"Daddy, please!"
But I couldn't do anything.
The nursery rhyme still played. I wished it would play forever, so Dad could at least be a little calmer.
But it was reaching its end.
Just like my soul, growing faint.
Before I dissipated, I wished for Dad not to fall into the abyss.
The doors were being smashed frantically, like a death knell ringing wildly.
The women before us seemed to have one last breath left.
I seemed to see their souls begin to scream.
They were begging me, just like I'd begged them.
But my tongue was cut out. I couldn't make a sound.
The next second, the doors would burst open.
The music stopped abruptly.
My father gently poured the wedding wine over the drapes on the floor.
Before lighting the match, with tears in his eyes, he gently kissed me.
"I'm sorry, Chloe. Daddy loves you."
