My Daddy Sleepwalks

Hi! I'm Zack! I need to tell my story to those who are willing to listen! It started since mom passed away. I was just seven and my father was on the verge of losing his job. Mom was the breadwinner in the family and without her...we were just days before dying from being homeless. She died due to a tumor that started to develop when I was born. It was undetected for a long time until it was too late. My father was a great guy, he loved me and my mother. He would kill for us if it meant we would be able to live. But after her passing, he was different. He would be gone for longer than usual and I would have to eat scraps from food he had at lunch during work. Whenever he came home, he would stumble around the house and fall down 86% percent of the time he came out of the doorway. I didn't think much of it until later when I became older. He was drunk and was spending time at bars. I asked him if he was okay and he would say he was fine and would threaten to lock me in my room if I asked again. I was concerned but shook it off until the following week where he was finally fired from his job after supposedly walking into work drunk and in his pajamas. He began to change then and there,
== Monday ==
The following Monday, he and I stayed home and barely spoke to each other. He and I stayed in our rooms and Dad just slept whenever I checked on him. But when he was awake, he would be screaming and destroying things in his room. I tried to stay away from him during the day. But at this point, it was normal for him to do this. I learned to tune it out. He started taking pills that he said was to fill him up for food, but when I asked if I could take the pills, he yelled no and slapped me. Why did he hurt me? The question rang in my ear until I got older. I went to bed that night but that's when everything began to change. I heard him walking in his sleep. I heard moaning and cries in his sleep: "Lisa....my Lisa...." he murmured Mom's name in his sleep and I went to bed thinking he was just murmuring in his sleep. But I realized he was actually moving in his sleep when I found him sleeping on the couch. I wanted to tell him but...if I did, he would just hurt me again. 
== Tuesday ==
I saw the pills in his hand: "Cocaine" I tried pulling it out of his hands so I could have some to fill my empty stomach. As I went to grab them, my dad grabbed my arm and yelled at me and locked the pills in a safe in his room. He sat on the couch and watched TV most of the time. I tried to avoid him. But it didn't help with him constantly checking on me to see if I had his pills. I saw that my dad's boss was missing on the news. I couldn't tell but I swear I thought I saw Dad smiling. He seemed a little bit better that day. I was relieved but I still kept my distance. At night, he was sleepwalking and I woke up to gunshots. I screamed startled by the sounds, I heard footsteps up to my room and I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard breathing down my neck and he eventually left.
== Wednesday ==
I saw the pills in his hand again as he was on the couch. I noticed something strange though. Blood, blood was on his shoulder like a gunshot wound. The gunshots were from him. He was hurting himself. I asked him about it and he sighed and took me up into his room. He didn't let me speak at all but this is what he said to me.
"Zack, I need to talk. You know I love you, right? Then listen, you know that your parents make mistakes. I was in a deep...dark place and in turn I made a terrible mistake. But you talking to me and making me feel bad is an even bigger mistake. So, I suggest you shut up and let me do what I want."
I moved away from him and he seemed to notice.
"Listen, I'm sorry. But you know I would never hurt you. Ever! If I do...I will let you shoot me because I would be too far deep to be saved."
I gulped and teared up. He knew what was going to happen the next day and wanted to warn me. At night, I heard him outside and I watched as he pulled mom out of her grave and then proceed to beat the ever-living life out of her dead corpse and then himself with a hoe. I took the time to unlock the safe he put his pills in. I was hungry and desperate for food. I swallowed them and saw a shadowy figure loom over me. I saw visions, visions of my dad smashing my foot with a hammer and holding the body of his boss. I then passed out and when I woke up.... I was in the basement tied up.
== Thursday ==
I squirmed and fidgeted to escape. As I did, my dad walked downstairs sleepwalking again. He moaned and murmured in his sleep but I could tell he saw me. He wasn't my father anymore. He was a demon. A monster filling my dad with sorrow and turning him into a heinous demon of evil and suffering. He pulled out the pills and yelled at me for taking them. He pulled out his boss' dead body out of the storm room. The vision was true. Dad yelled about how his boss is the reason we're going to die and then blamed me for mom's death. "If it weren't for you being born, she wouldn't have had that tumor and would've lived with me alone! But you had to join my life and ruin plans for me! Now you are taking pills. I can't trust you out of my sight. Now I won't have to." He grabbed a hammer as I cried at the blame and fear he jerked at me. He then smashed my foot with it and said: "Have fun moving around now." He walked off in his sleep as I was next to the rotting corpse. The smell flooded the room as centipedes and cockroaches crawled out of his mouth and ears. I cried the rest of the night,
== Friday ==
He came down with a plate of old rotting eggs. He told me to eat them or starve. Desperate I ate them, knowing it would be the last decent thing he would do. I looked around and then saw the gun case on the basement shelf. I tried to crawl out of the knots and finally got out. I grabbed the gun and limped as I searched for M̶y̶ d̶a̶d̶ (The demon that tortured him) and I found him in the kitchen with a knife ready for me. "Think about your father Zack. You don't want to be a murderer like him, do you?" It chuckled with the bags under my dad's eyes and redness filling his eyes. I knew my father was far gone in this figure. It was too late for him, but I could at least help him rest. I immediately shot down the demon and he dropped to the ground. My dad gagged and moaned in pain. He held my hand and finally...I felt his comfort and warmth in it. "Zack. I love you and I'm sorry for everything." He died that night and I buried him in the backyard.
== Epilogue ==
I called the cops and I was taken into the hospital for 12 days and then to juvenile detention for being accused for committing homicide on my dad. They wouldn't believe me. Why would they? I survived and was released 10 years later. I as of writing this am 17 and I still have nightmares from that week but the demon has been yet to get to me. That is my story. But we all have demons in us. Some are just waiting for the moment to push us off the edge and control us. What's important is that we stop them before they can turn us into the demon...
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Category:Weird
Category:Mental Illness