Nothing is something

Everyone was clueless. Nobody knew what was going on. I knew what was going on. Nobody noticed though. Only one person. Me. Its nothing new to me. I notice everything. Too much if you ask me. And when i see these things, i wish i hadnt. Some of the things i see give me the shivers at night and others make me jump with joy. This was not one of those things. It was my dad's murderer. I saw him kill my father. It hurt to seemit happen. Nobody saw it. Even though we were at a busy restaraunt. He just fell to the ground. Nobody saw the masked-mans bloddied knife puncture the flesh of my fathers chest. Nobody. But me. The doctor said he had a heart attack. Liar. And he knew i knew that he was lying. And he glared at me like he was mad. And the strangest thing hapened. The doctors voice flew at me saying things i do not want to,repeat. Wind rushed passed my
ears and filled my nostrils. I screamed.
"Make it stop!"
It was absolutely horrible. Then i looked up. The doctors mouth wasnt moving but the insults were still wizzing around me. Nobody heard anything. But me. My mom's tear-stained face staring back at me was painful to watch. It was almost like i was gone too. But. Wasnt the one gone. She was. And so was my dad. And e erything i cared about.