Malli stood in the doorway of her room, staring at the horrible sight in front of her. Emotions of sadness, anger, confusion and most of all; fear. She had not been expecting to come home to see her parents on the ground, eyes wide open, blood spilling out from their bodies, lifeless. Tears fell down her face as sobs came out of her mouth. She dropped the grocery bags that she held in her arms (she had just came home from grocery shopping), letting them spill all over to the floor and ran to her once-alive parents. She fell to her knees and her sobs grew louder. She lay her head on her mother's dead body and continued to sob.
It wasn't until about three in the morning that evening, that the police arrived and questioned her. They asked her questions like "How was your relationship with your parents?" and "What were you doing while they were alone in the house?" Malli answered all of them. Every single last one, but as she answered each question, tears continued to fall down her face non-stop. She used every tissue in the tissue boxes they provided her to use to wipe her tears away, as well as to blow her nose.
They finally let her go when they asked this last question, "Is there any place you could live at until the case is solved?"
"Yes." Malli answered. "My grandmother. She lives in Japan. I've met her before. I used to visit her every summer until this last year."
Malli couldn't live on her own, even if she wanted to. She was a fourteen year old girl with strawberry-blond hair and red eyes. She was 4'9", short for her age. Well short compared to all of the other girls who lived in Red Deer, Alberta, Canada. Plus, her name isn't actually 'Malli'. Her real name is Kohana. Kohana Kawashima. When she was little, other children thought her name was weird and made fun of her for it, so, her friend's called her 'Malli' ever since. Her parents even started to call her 'Malli'. Now she is known as Malli Kawashima.
Malli wasn't sure who asked the last question, but she paced every last thing in her room. From the bed sheets and posters to the very last gift that her parents had given her, this was a small heart shaped locket. In the locket, she had a picture of her parents in one side, and her dog, Molly, in the other.
The locket may be small, but it was big enough to hold a picture of two people. Malli thought as she zipped up the last suitcase. Her room was empty, except for the furniture that she chose to leave behind. Malli was sure that her grandmother had a dresser and bed for her. If there was no desk, then Malli could get a job when she was in collage to save up for one.
Everything was all happening too fast. Way to fast. Malli was now on the plane to Japan, looking out of the plane window. She wanted to listen to the music she had on her iPhone, but she didn't want to be caught up in the music she loved dearly and embarrass herself when it was time for landing.
All Malli thought about the whole plane ride was her parents. She thought about the times her parents laugh at her funny faces when she was five. She thought of all the times her parents smiled at her impressively good grades in the Japanese language course she was talking on her free time after school. Malli was very good at speaking and reading Japanese. It was natural for her. She is part Japanese.
Malli's father was Japanese and her mother was Canadian. Malli didn't look Japanese at all. She look 100% Canadian. When her best friend, Lindzie, first found out that Malli was Japanese, the look on her face was the funniest thing Malli had ever seen. Malli remembered that. She smiled at the memory, but soon frowned when she reminded herself that all she could do was text Lindzie. Or Face Time her.
Malli lives in Japan now. With Grandma. Malli thought as the plane landed at the Japanese airport. But I will never smile again. I'll never be the same again. I guess I'll favor dead flowers now. Dead flowers are all that will keep me here. I am simply a dead flower in this world. A dead flower.