I dont want to do this anymore dad. Im leaving.

If this were one of moms daily soaps shed drop a puja thali in slow
motion in shock the crash and the splash of the red, white and
yellow powders in it shown thrice for emphasis and jump back
with her mouth an O. Gods know the scene is melodramatic
enough. The stern father with a moustache, hand poised to strike
his son. The all-sacrificing mother with tears in her eyes. If this is a
soap with comedic leanings, shes revealed to have been chopping
onions. No? Cue puja thali drop. And of course, a grandma in a
rocking chair in the background. Shes just about to shout
something like: Dont you dare hit my dear little boy.
My dear little bastard of a boy.
I need you grandma to save me from him and his hand that is
frozen in time Im so scared. And now dads eyes are glowing red
and his chin unhinges and a cubical chin-section moves up and
down as he says: I told you so he is useless he is useless.
The red from his eyes is the same red from mothers eyes and now
your eyes grandma and its spreading out from them like blood
mixing with water. From the shadows some black starts swirling
out. Everything is like a sculpture and nothing can move except for
the red and the black which are like acid corroding into everything,
swirling into each other and coloring all reality like thick smog. I
cannot run.
Save me pa I ran into the Chakravyuh now Im so scared.