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The Die is Cast\u00a0\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n I held on to my mum\u2019s hand as we stumbled down the stairs, following two rolling dice which were tracing a silvery arc in the air.<\/p>\n My father was screaming his last gasp behind us, with a knife buried deep in his chest. My mum\u2019s hand was limp, and I had to grip her tight, even though mine was small and I was trembling the whole time.<\/p>\n We must have already gone down several flights of steps, but I could still hear my father bellowing curses and obscenities, like he always did when he was thrashing my mum. The stairwell was never-ending, and our descent felt like an eternity. I was overwhelmed by the fear of my father chasing us, despite his imminent death.<\/p>\n And then the dice vanished, and my eyes glazed over. I felt the stairs disappearing from under our feet. Where have the dice gone? I panicked, knowing we were doomed. I thought patricide was the only way to save my mother, but now we were plunging down to our own demise.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n