Chapter One ~ Memories
Harley
I remember when I first heard that parents were murdered. I was just nine years old, and I was out playing with my neighbor's daughter and their yapping dog. Little did I know, that was the last time a smile would be on my face.
After playing with bubble-wands, acting like fairy princesses, my friend had to leave for a ballet recital. So I had to walk back over to my house. When I walked in, I had hollered for my parents, "Mommy, Daddy! I'm home!" But there was no reply. I didn't think about it at the time, so I had gone to the living room to watch some TV. A couple of hours went by when I started to become curious. Once I snatched my stuffed bunny, I walked up the stairs. The hallways felt more eerie than I remembered. All the lights were off, and the only sound I heard came from the television that I had left on downstairs.
I went into my pink bedroom to put on my slippers, since I had been barefoot the whole time, and went toward the master bedroom. Hesitantly, I put my small hand onto the door knob. It had a golden shine to it, which I always adored, especially when I was two. Slowly, I turned it, and carefully pushed it open. Like the rest of the house, the lights were off, but I saw the silhouette of two bodies on the bed.
"M-Mommy?" I tilted my head. "Daddy? Are you asleep?" Once again, the only reply I got was silence. Gently, I crept closer, squeezing my bunny to death. When I was close enough, I poked my father's tummy and leapt back, expecting him to jump up and start tickling me. But he didn't move. Nor did I see his chest rise or fall. My heart beat increased as I franticly continued to poke him. "Daddy!" I cried. The bunny hit the floor as I started to shake his body with both my hands.
"Daddy! You're scaring me," I whimpered as tears started to build. When his left arm dropped off the side of the bed, that's when the realization came to me: they were dead. Tears flooded from my eyes as I buried my face into his cold chest. Slowly, I crawled into the bed, and sobbed between their bodies till I was too tired cry anymore, and fell asleep.
The next day, there was rapid knocking on the door downstairs, and I had slowly woken up to the annoyance. Cautiously, I went down the stairs as the tears returned again. After peering out the window, I saw my friend's parents at the doorstep. When I opened the door, their pleasant smiles faded when they saw me balling. After explaining what had happened, I was being sent to Grandpa Arty.
Even now I'm not sure how they died, and Grandpa Arty wouldn't tell me. My grandmother, Martha 'Grams' White, thinks I'm not ready to know. So now, I await the day I am.
shortmane5980: Now you know some of Harley's past, and how her life had changed.
Note: Hope you like it, so far! Since this is the first chapter, and it was mainly about my main character, Harley, as a little girl, I will also upload the next chapter. But after that, I will be posting chapters weekly.