“Ray!” his father choked out, trying to pry his fingers loose. But it was no good, Ray was stronger than his father, and besides that, Ray was no longer in control.
It was the fire.
No, no no, it was the car crash.
“Ray? Honey what’s wrong?” his wife said from behind him. There was no concern in her voice. Why was there no concern? He was choking his own father to death and neither of them seemed to care. What was going on?
It was the fire.
It was the burglar then.
“R-Ray!” his father pleaded, his eyelids fluttering and his face turning blue from lack of oxygen. Ray had his fingers wrapped so firmly around his father’s neck that his thumbs were effectively crushing his windpipe, but he still didn’t seem to notice, or care.
“Ray,” his wife asked, “Honey, what’s going on?”
How did she not know? How could she not-
The sound of his father’s body hitting the floor woke something in him that seemed to restart the world around him, snapping Ray out of his fugue state as the lights seemed brighter, the day a little more cheery. Behind him Ray could see his wife shake her head as she smiled, no doubt thinking him quite silly as he heard their girls giggling down at the end of the hall.
As he turned about, feeling as though he was missing something, a knock came at the door. Walking over to open it he smiled as he saw who was on the other side.
“Hey dad,” he said with a smile, “What brings you by?”
“Oh nothing much,” his father said with a grin, “Just thought I’d stop by and say hi.”
Ray let his father in, feeling as though something was just a bit off. But with a shrug he dismissed it, closing the door as he and his father began their usual litany of small talk.