Cruel Toxicity

Father has been so down since mother died, I have been down as well, but he was lower than I thought possible. He would ask me to sleep with him at night, and when he does he holds onto me tightly, but not too tightly, and just cries with my arms around him and his around me. Mother was sick for four years, after a time she saved me. The day she saved me, was my birthday. I'm now 11 years old, very young, and mother died around two months ago. Our house, our family, has had a gaping hole since her death. I love my father, his name is Baylion, mother is Selonia. She's so beautiful, but any thought of her makes my heart sink.

Father has only gotten worse day after day, and the past days he's been deathly silent. He hasn't hugged me, he doesn't let me in his room. He did hug me tonight though, he was crying a lot, and he told me he loved me, he gave me his favorite silver accessories, and three beautiful hand-made "stuffed" animals, gifted with life, that my mother made me for when I was 15 but she didn't make it to that long, then he told me to hold them close to me forever, and told me I should go and sleep. So here I am, laying in bed crying, with the cutest little living bunny plush snuggling up to me, trying to cheer me up. The pattern was like mine, my own little twin buddy. The bigger, bed-size dragon around my bed, a guardian, like my father, I dressed him in the silver and it feels like my father is here to protect me. A beautiful, beautiful cat and mouse mix, slightly smaller than the dragon, looked like my mother, and seemed to guard me as well. The Family, all together.

My mother should have lived for a few hundred more years, and I feel like it's my fault she's gone. I didn't feel like that until a few days ago, father got upset with me when I asked if he was feeling maybe a bit better. He told me if I wasn't around, or if I at least stayed more safe that awful day, my mother would still be alive. I see my father, the last of my world, never to be the same loving Saphleon he used to be. He's gone, it's only a shell of him now, and I'm scared he'll never be the same. Things have gotten darker the past days but father said he's working on plans, he never told me what they were, he said I'll see in the morning now. He said it's going to be the best thing for the family, and he'll be happier. I heard him walking down the stairs just a few minutes ago. I only wonder what he's doing for me. The thought of him happier is soothing, and although tears streamed down my face and matted my fur, the thought of him happy gave me a smile as I passed out for the night.

unfinished chapter 1