A Different Murderer

Chapter One: Orphan

I didn't mean to do it. I don't even think I did anything. I just walked into the room. I know I made him jump but could that give him a heart attack. I mean he is old, well old to me anyway. I called the ambulance but I was sure he would be dead by time they came. So I am sixteen years old and could be convicted for two murders. How would I get a job and a life. Everyone would of thought I will murder them. Maybe if I kill myself I could go to the place mum and dad are. I had probably killed my dad from making him jump and gave him a heart attack. I killed my mum from child birth. I wasn't even a month old and I killed my mum.
I ran to the door as the doctors came. I directed them to the living room where they lifted my dad and put him on the stretcher and took him away. They said he had very little chance of being alive. When they left I ran to the phone.
"Stacey, I need your help," I sobbed into the phone when Stacey answered it.
"Yeah, sure but if it is the maths homework don't ask me I have no idea," she replied.
"No it isn't, I was wondering if you could drive me to the hospital?" I asked and she obvious didn't hear I was bawling my eyes out.
"Why, what has happened?" she questioned worried.
"Its my dad, he has a heart attack," I mumbled.
"OH, yeah sure I'll be there shortly," she said in a quick and worried voice and then she hung up. I packed a bag of pyjamas, toothbrush, toothpaste and all things I need in case dad was okay and asked me to stay with him. I ran out the door and locked it as soon as I heard the horn from Stacey's mums car.
"OH, Bella are you ok?" Stacey asked straight away as I got in the car and I saw that her mum was looking at me with sympathy in her eyes.
"No, I think I caused his heart attack!" I cried and the tears started all over again.
"Hunny, everyone thinks that when someone you know die," Stacey's mum said.
"Seriously, I scared him as I walked into the room making a little noise making him jumped and then he was on the floor breathing heavily and everything," I sobbed. They didn't understand I was practically responsible for both of my parents deaths.
As we arrived at the hospital I sprinted to the reception desk and asked for my dads name. He was on the third floor in room 11. When I reached his room I saw the doctors placing a sheet over his head and bringing another bed closer to change him onto.
"NO, he can't be dead!" I screamed at the doctors as Stacey came in the room and gasped when she saw him fully covered by the white sheet.
"Bella, don't, you will only make yourself feel worse,"
Stacey said pulling me back.
"Let me go, I want to know how he died!" I screamed again.
"I so sorry darling, your father died of shock and had a heart attack," a nurse said sadly but she didn't look sad,
"something must of scared him."
"I TOLD YOU I KILLED HIM," I shouted at Stacey and suddenly took it back, "Oh I am so sorry I didn't mean to shout at you I am just so angry with myself." I ran out the room down the hall and it to the bathroom where I cried my eyes out.
"Bella, we know you don't mean anything you say right now, but you need some help to get over this," Stacey's mum said, "come and stay with us for a while until you feel a little better."
"No, I will make your life miserable or worse I might kill you too, I could do anything," I sighed.
"No, you won't the doctor said that your dad was dying anyway, he had cancer," she said, "you put him out of a painful death." She came and sat next to me on the floor and put her arm around me. I knew it would get better but I didn't want it to. I don't want to loose memory of him. I know he will always be here in my heart but I don't want to be happy when he is dead. Everyone says life goes on but how long until I feel better.
I woke up thinking it was all a dream until I noticed I was in Stacey's room. I tried turning round and going back to sleep wondering if this is again another dream. I pinched myself and it hurt so I was in the real world, parentless. I rolled off the mattress and onto the floor making sure I made a loud noise in case they are down stairs talking about me. Hopefully if they are they will stop.
I dragged my feet downstairs and into the kitchen where both of them was. They looked at each other, nodded and then looked at me.
"What?" I mumbled still half asleep.
"Nothing, just thinking," replied Stacey and glanced at her mum and gave her a approving look.
"Tell me what you was talking about," I demanded now angry they was keeping something from me at this time when I am going through a problem.
"Well, um, we was organising the funeral," Stacey admitted.
"What, well go ahead, I don't want to know anything about it," I said stiffly and grabbed the coffee her mum poured and offered to me. I walked out to the garden where the rain was pelting down. In two minutes I was dripping and freezing cold shivering from head to toe. Suddenly the rain seemed to stop above my head but I could still see it every where else.
"You are going to get a cold, you know?" Stacey asked. I looked up to see her holding an umbrella above our heads and a towel in her hand. She handed me the towel.
"That's not one of my biggest worries at the moment, you know I hate the rain anyway," I said, "but it just feels right." We walked back into the house where I dried off and changed into warm, clean, dry clothes. Stacey's mum had to go to work so me and Stacey stayed on the sofa all day and watched movies. She was angry at me because I wasn't eating anything. She said I was starving myself in spite of my dad. I wasn't I was just angry and I was feeling sick all day.
"You will die if you don't eat," she sighed and ate a packet of chips.
"Good, that what I deserve," I sulked. I know I was being selfish but I didn't care, I wanted to be like this. I should be with my mum and dad. Nowhere else.
After two weeks of staying at Stacey I was fed up of this town and people. I had a plan. I was decided I would move to Forks. The place both my parents grew up and got married. Stacey tried to convince me to stay here, but if I went to forks I could go and live with my grandparents I Could start a new life. I haven't seen them since I was five but I will fly back to Forks when they go back after the funeral. I could hopefully restart my life. Dads best friend lives there too with his son.
I could get to know them.
The funeral was terrible. Everyone was giving me their blessings. Which I didn't need. I was starting a new life.
My grandparents said it was a good idea to go live with them. I called them up a week before the funeral and they got me enrolled in school and set up the spare bedroom as me new bedroom. I couldn't wait for the funeral to past so I could go and start my new life. My grandma, Emily didn't want me to call her grandma but she wanted me to address her in her first name. Even grandpa wanted that to. So I called them Emily and Shayne. I didn't mind.
When I left my old life I couldn't help but cry. Everything of me, my whole soul was there and I was neglecting it.
Stacey cried more than I did, which means a lot.