I was on my father's shoulders when I heard it, a crack, I didn't worry people always used apparition to get to us, and it was probably someone from my father's work. But my father stopped and tensed but not entirely, this always happens.
But this person-or thing- wasn't from father's work, this man was dressed in complete black, a hood drawn over his head and a white mask covering his face. Father reached for his wand but the man threw a knife at him before my father could retrieve his wand. It fell into his chest and we fell to the ground. I hit the ground hard, feeling my head feel the crack of the ground.
My sister screamed, my mother yells. And two more knives, they both fell to the ground. Dead. I breathed heavily unable to move as the man loomed over me. Go away. I don't want you here.
"Go…Go away…what have we done to you!" I yelled at trying to get up, on which I succeeded at, I bit back the tears as I saw my family's dead bodies. I was nine years old. "What have I done to deserve this, what have we done? Answer me!"
And the man had the nerve to laugh at this, the kind of laugh you would hear around the dinner table or when a good joke has been said, it's not forced, it is natural, and he doesn't even need to think about whether or not to laugh. Even my nine year old self could tell he was insulting me and that made me fumble for words
"Shut up" I yelled tears that I had tried so hard to keep back spilled down my cheeks. The man I could tell was grinning behind his white mask and he flicked his emerald jewelled knife and it slashed across my chin. And I fell to the ground blood spurting out; I widened my eyes as he reached down to end my life.
I jolted awake shaking, it took me a minute to bear my location and comfort myself that I wasn't there, that was in the past not now. That was four years ago not now.
I hugged my knees the white sheets being pulled up from the bed as I comforted myself. This happened a lot, I comforted myself, and I don't have friends not after that. I have myself and him of course…but he is no company whatsoever, such bad company that I will not delve into him any longer.
My breath started to grow heavy as my body started to shake. Oh no. Not again. Suddenly it was as if someone had come and punched me in the stomach, I could barely breathe. I coughed and coughed trying to get some air back.
Stupid panic attack. I clenched my teeth as I felt my chest tighten and then let go and tighten again. Stop it. Control yourself. You are the head of the Wildwood family and you are having a panic attack how weak. Shut up.
"Young master?" I heard a servant ask me, I glanced up annoyed to see a young maid with bright green eyes staring at me in fear.
"I am alright there is no need for you to be here, please go" I said through clenched teeth and the maid bit her lip in hesitation
"You're having it again aren't you?" She asked me and I was about to answer when I was interrupted by a fit of coughing. She gasped "I will go get your aunt immediately"
"No I-I don't need her, I am fine, it will pass-" I suddenly stopped as I started to cough again, the maid hurried out and I cursed myself for being so foolish.
The wind outside suddenly pushed the curtains away flooding the dark room with moonlight, giving me a picture of the mirror across the room.
My black hair stood up at odd angles and my dark grey eye stared back at me, my panic attack lifting I covered my left eye with my hand, my fingertips brushing my hair. I only have one eye. The other is gone. I wear an eye patch like a pirate. I hate pirates.
Ms Red bustled into the room a face of terror masked on her face. Ms. Red or my aunt though I do not call her that, has dyed her hair red and kept it long and thick. She has a tendency to always wear red, other than black and maybe white no colour has been shown in her clothing, always red. Though I do wear a splash of red maybe, like my eye patch is sometimes red instead of black or I sometimes wear a red rose. Something like that.
"Adam are you alright, do you need-"
"I am fine Ms. Red, I do wish you would all stop worrying about me, it is getting on my nerves." I said simply and Ms. Red sighed, both at my words and the other me calling her Ms. Red. Though it is her name everyone calls her that after her clothing. They have nicknamed our family 'the family of red' very original I know.
"Adam" she groaned "I thought you were over this"
"I am" I countered and jerked my chin up, she frowned at me
"Adam" she warned
"Goodnight Ms. Red" I said
"I really do wish you would call me auntie like you use to" she tsked falling back to character
"I see no point in having to" I said
"Oh but Adam, it is only proper" she mumbled and I frowned
"By proper, you mean going to parties flirting endlessly with men and getting drunk perhaps?" I asked her innocently and she looked quite taken aback by this
"No. Where on earth did you get that idea?" she asked me and I smirked at her
"Because it is obvious Ms. Red" I said and she sighed and rolled her eyes
"Good night, Adam" she said and turned to leave but then turned back to me "Adam, it's alright, the government is searching for their killer, don't go searching for him, don't. I don't want to lose you again"
And with that she strode out of the bedroom, the maid scurrying after her. I stared at the closed door, thinking about what she said.
Don't go searching for him; I don't want to lose you again. I ran through the words in my head. Did she really think that I wouldn't stop looking for him, did she? I hate that man, that man killed my parents, her sister and brother in law, and she expected me to do nothing?
No. I will kill him. I will. Whether it be legal or illegal. I will kill him.