How are you suppost to feel when you loose someone close to you? I don't know which to feel; sadness or fear?
Staring down at the bodies that once held the spirits of my parents, I feel emptiness and the shock is still there too. Slowly, I kneel down beside my father's head and desperatly feel for a pulse with my fingers, like they do in crime shows.
Retracking my fingers from his cold neck, I try my mother. Before reaching her, I observe my hazy surroundings. To the left of my father's head rests a scarlett pool of blood leaking from a gun shot wound to the skull. Looking down at my mother, I can tell immediately that my mother had been strangled.
Besides the obvious blood strain from the corners of their mouths, the whole scene looked oddly wrong. I frowned and thought it over. My father had been shot, my mother's neck and wrists bore bruises suggesting resistance to avoid strangle and something else I couldn't put together - I was still alive!
All flesh and blood. Still had a pulse. Still held life inside. Still fighting. Still wanting answers.
I had no way to decide what happens next, but I was sure of one thing; I wanted the truth and I wanted it now!
Suddenly, I turned my head and blinked, seeing something move. A dark figure slid out from under the bed and a silver handgun stuck to its side. Panicing, I tried to stand. Closing my eyes and shaking my head, I tried to clear my head. Reopening my eyes, I find nothing and the world closes around me and I fall into blackness.